Arms stretched like wings awaiting the flood. 
These endless waves. I’m covered in blood, It’s not mine but I’m drowning in it. 
Shut those crying eyes, it will all be over soon. 

This mouth learned how to speak again 
With hands raised, damming the sky. 

I’ve walked this path, but it differs from before. 

The leaves beneath my feet have now turned to ash. 
As I relinquish all me dreams to watch the rising of our greatest end. 

I have no quarrel with this, no smart words of clever speeches. 
Just me still at the end of all. 

The water that I drank was stained red with the blood of those before me. 
They were cut down like a flower, days are growing darker. 
Through a cloud of mist I see then, swift faceless cold. They [bad word] for us. They [bad word] for us. 

They [bad word] for us. 

The leaves beneath my feet have now turned to ash. 
As I relinquish all me dreams to watch the rising of our greatest end. 

Just me still at the end of all. 

Through a cloud of mist I see then, swift faceless cold. They [bad word] for us. They [bad word] for us.