Bullets flying overhead,
young men in trenches, all heads bent...

Deep shadows now in old town's center
Fear drips here, helter skelter...

Eyes as bright as the sun's light
Fire within an intense blaze...

While angels fall from grace
And gods turn a blind eye...

She fell from grace
to the grave...

The world we're in
it seems to be...

If my scars were visible for everyone to see
I know that you'd be terrified of me...

Keep it simple
Keep it true...

Sitting in the dark
staying blind...

Seen her dead, eyes grey and empty,
her killer's head, my quarry and destiny...

City builds up to metropolis
While crimson eyes watch the necropolis...