From the vision of the pain

Troygt the corners of the wood

Times you lived your life



Bleddin from it's vains of nails

Lived the pain that never ends

The tree of death



Since you were from the dirth

And raised too high

Of what life is worth



When you ease your brain

See your dreams over

Fence your eager to fly forever



Reaching trough the gun

Role the trigger run

That's no reason to fly...

Forever fly



Few minutes of fallin drops

To dry the streams of your blood

You leave your god



As the mountain on which I close my eyes

To embrace the future of my last