They fight for glory,
They fight for you...

Of life to live,
And death to give...

The smell of eroding hearts fills the sky,
Smog and soot cover them as they die...

The reflection in my eyes,
I see in the mirror...

A whisper,
A cry...

The first rule,
Never open your eyes...

A full moon grows into a temptation so meek,
You reach out for a feel...

A tear falls on my red cheek,
A feeling surrounds me...

Can I trust you,
With my heart...

The overwhelming feeling of deceit,
Trust broken beyond repair...

Tears and scars,
A thick, bloody stream...

Wandering lifelessly,
Souls grow cold...