Like prospector in [bad word] digging tirelessly
You've searched for a goldmine, ignored everything
And ended up chasing a fool's gold

The [bad word] you’ve tried to find 
Has robbed you of all that remained
So behold the cold reality now

The darkness has consumed you on your way
But the road [bad word] to an end someday
Your heart will be lying on justice scales

Don’t even try to hide the things inside
Justice will be done in shadows and in the dark
The sword is already hanging over your head
Your death is your atonement and there's nothing to be said