Salute to the warrior,
Coated in the defeated...

Brush strokes of your nature,
Humanity is your crutch...

Push away.
Take your hand from mine...

No beauty can described,
What I see in you...

Belt me across the face
‘till I fall upon my knees...

It's the tears that fill up the rivers
The release running through veins...

Baptize me in holy water,
to deafen my evil speech...

Stain these black and white pictures
In the colour of regret...

The battle starts, the war has begun.
Take your sides, let the damage be done...

Attach strings upon the black of my eyes
Draw the pain crossed in wires...

In the mirror, the image is tainted.
The delicate features of a broken doll...

Death will make me beautiful,
in this destruction of the peace...