Here we are in the Shrieking Shack Here we are at the end at last My hands are cold, my cloak is wet, From blood that flows down from my neck Progeny of my love and hate Atonement is here, for all my mistakes
Before I can be free I'll give you every memory Take it all, my last sacrifice And look at me with your mother's eyes.
This hauting pain is born for you This hauting pain is born from love and every time I saw your face I'm reminded of all the choices I've made Progeny of my love and hate See how my Dark Mark begins to fade ?
Before I can be free I'll give you every memory Take it all, my last sacrifice And look at me with your mother's eyes. / x2