once i have been blinded by memories isolation passed through bleeding leaves near that dark place, i saw my tears drop down into silent mourn demons awoke me from ashes and angels stood by their side i need to spit on their face i need to break up their bones as demons force me to see angels bleed i feel the scars burning inside of me the old stories, i cant bury. the scorn i had to take, is to strong i see the angels fall two steps forward, could be the end finally the ghosts descent as we speak of pain is killing pain we are part of ten prophecies a wish for a deeper kind of bleeding what if, its like the scars are wiped away the severance of all between something will collide with eternity demons awoke me from ashes and angels stood by their side