As they plead and shout 'don't surrender your...
Feral flames once were born just to settle this...

In these words you can hear me call
Like a purposeful wrong direction...

My own true witness of decay
of love and life, dear friends...

This sin has been cast
and demons I pass...

Washed up from the rain
held but disdained...

This calm and welcomed soul
why must I dispute...

Griping on with claws and fangs
making patterns with old worn brands...

I don't want to hear your story
It's the same old death and glory...