I have waited with patience for this moment [bad word] promise, I expected not to be alone
When the wind of the [bad word] enclosing us in
The whisper gets closer and I fake this grin
stranger in town with a bloodshot eye
Sucked out my disease when I was said to die
I won't spend the rest of my death underground
He laughed as I died, I am no longer bound

My heart is not red
This sea I've bled
I have sold my [bad word] soul to the dead
Their hunger is fed
The beast in my head
Heart of the dead
Heart of the dead

I left in the darkest hour
I'm tired of breathing rain
Still the night devours
Each and every inch of pain

No longer dressed in soil
guardian of the black and the cold
Spirits of liars leading my way
No longer inferno
On earth I will stay