Withered by the [bad word] that you reap

core, destined to unleash its mournful scenes

Assemble an [bad word] for your cause

The hoard, who gleans the fields, at the price of a daughters loss

Verse2

Neglecting the offered branch given to shield, an innocent life,

a code now breathing at our heels

love that will not recede, a foundation strong as the ancient halls,

my love for you will stand through time

 [bad word] 

One day the powers will reunite, the source could never be persuaded

Soon the hands that turn will reach that day, not long hold on Kayla