Waking - Here we go again basting pieces, de-skinning my bones wading through old blood and stains to reach the end of the line
angelic choirs sing - am I forgiven?
there's nothing left to curse tearing my wounds in vain when seeking for myself in pain
fading into a brand new day godless dreams breeds a hopelss wake scarring these old wounds again preparing my demise yet expecting reprise
Demonic legions shriek - I am forsaken
there's nothing left to curse tearing my wounds in vain when seeking for myself in pain