Perfect night, perfect life
I have been reborn
What once was my sorrow
have [bad word] my joy

Fall is descending
leaves are shivering
scent of winter
riding on the wind
 [bad word] 
All the things I never did
The words I never spoke
They all died within me
left the fire as smoke

Solo: Mac

All the words that used to break me
slowly start [bad word] The staring eyes of my enemies
turning into dust

Looking into the fire
Inhaling the thick smoke
makes me feel more than alive
I never liked your goddamned jokes

They'll never find your body
Fire leaves no trace
I will spread your ashes
in a secret place