A chest is aching from a piercing pain The blood is dripping 'cause the blade has slain Retaining only what was warm and kind So many voices simply were left behind
It's just absurd with all the names to add The labels just consist of \"good\" and \"bad\" And all the hatred that's consumed inside We've swallowed whole and given back amplified
What we were destined to search for just fell apart at our hands Hidden away, it is lost, it's buried in a castle of sand
Trampling on all expressions of all our love that even God wants to dispose of War was created just so that our tears just forever could run dry
And of all the people which we've forsaken this time their foolish dreams will get left behind We who will slay we make a vow: We will dye all of the land in crimson red Hands of bloodshed
All of the beloved ones, all of the beloved days Where does God go as he notice he's breaking and falling apart? Love is fundamental, sin is fundamental Our eyes carry both hatred and sadness through all of our days
What we were destined to search for is just corrupt to the core Turning and shaping and shifting and changing to a castle of fog
And of all the hands, the one you had clutched to the charm A ring so fractured and put through harm If you had worn a grand disguise The mask made of sin and crime, likewise
Even if the sun would set in a light of the moon Its death would still have been beautiful Bow down and kneel to say out loud Sit and pray Pray in the name of paradise's Great sacrifice
Looking deep in your eyes, who's the one reflected within? Love and dreams both alike, they are forgotten here some when
Looking deep in your soul, who's the one torn in agony Tears that flow uncontrolled, they slowly fade in tragedy
Even all of the pain of the sorrowful heart in you Holding what still remain, you can't discard what you withdrew
All your tears now have dried and your voice now has faded too All the pain deep inside it's in the void, there deep in you
Trampling on all expressions of all our love that even God wants to dispose of War was created just so that our tears just forever could run dry
And of all the people which we've forsaken this time their foolish dreams will get left behind We who will slay we make a vow: We will dye all of the kin in crimson red Hands of bloodshed