From birth, we kneel
before the loving lord...

Have fun with your numbers
your clocks and your lights...

The prefect agony of vows
a joint in betrayal...

Dark moor of the damned
famed, fabled, accursed place...

As our eyes meet, and mine shy from
the beauty of yours, that reaches the sky...

You were hurt, and i dropped all to help
you were in tears so i bashed the little whelp...

Yield to the only master
Outstretched hands grasp at you...

The world is a state it seems,
mindless and drifting throughout dreams...

Back and forth the struggle consumes you whole
Finding solace in the conflict of the soul...

Crows flock to endless meadows
where battles of ages past...

May you Fall to never again rise
may your soul be banished from the skies...

Welcome to the land of the forsaken,
welcome to the land of lives now taken...