HOPE'S LIKE GRAINS OF SAND RUNNING SLOWLY THROUGH OUR FINGERS AS ALWAYS DIVIDED WE STAND WHILE THE SICKNESS MAKES US WEAKER
WE WASH OURSELVES IN GEHENNA
BY FIRE WE ARE BABTIZED, CLEANSED AND REBORN VEILED BY DECEIT AND SCORN DEATH IS SALVATION, THE END OF LIFE ESCAPE FROM THE DAMNATION OF SOULS
FAITH'S LIKE GRAINS OF SAND RUNNING SLOWLY THROUGH OUR FINGERS AND STILL DIVIDED WE STAND WHILE THE FUTURE'S GETTING BLEAKER
OUR RIGHT TO EXIST WAS DENIED AS THE EARTH WAS RAPED AND DEFILED SO WE GAZE UPON THE BEAUTY OF DEMISE ATTONEMENT DEPRIVED, PRAYERS UNREPLIED AND THE WAILING WIND WHISPERS: ”FORGIVENESS IS A LIE”