In darkness, my soul is graven
Engulfed by flames in the night...

Taking my thoughts
Breaking them while...

My blackened eyes
My broken soul...

They've confined into such little space
Trickling sweat flows fast down my face...

He call to The Lord, blessed hope in his name
He now desires and bleeds out his shame...

This pain, this blood
This hate, this fear...

I stared around this gorgeous room
And around it, all the doors...

Against a tree this evening grew
Into a deeper nightly state...

Twenty horses, twenty men
Falling fast at half-past-ten...

Deeds I've made, I know them well
But well enough for them to show...

Monotone, the grinds
Wheezing and coughing with you...