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

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

She fell from grace
to the grave...

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

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

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

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

Keep it simple
Keep it true...

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

Sitting in the dark
staying blind...

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