I see pity in my eyes,
And their colors never been so unwise,
Vanished, deceased, an unearthly disguise.
...
Gold is the flower of virtue,
A moral garden of innocent values
Untied by free will and glorious thoughts.
- You shall not live among us,
...
I am defeated in lands of ashes,
Where I have been disturbed by Silence
And she takes, she brakes in graves
As she turns to Violence.
...
Malign
I see pity in my eyes,
And their colors never been so unwise,
Vanished, deceased, an unearthly disguise.
They let the indifference crawl,
Braking my soul so ungrateful,
Flowing, dancing over it so powerful.