Can you feel the fragments drifting away?
Can you hear the voices whispering in the wind?
When hearts turn into stones
A feeling like a twisting knife
Right into your eyes
Feel the tears falling from the skies
Clouds are hiding all that seemed to be gold
The symphony of rage played by your darkest thoughts
Mindless drive of vengeance
Dragged into darkness
Ne helping hand in sight
Just laying on the ground
And waiting for the final fight
This is punishment
This is what you get
You will rot in hell