Whispering secrets of great contempt, hiding from the bleeding winds
Whispering secrets of great contempt, in a time where ignorance reigns
They call, they mock, the bastards prey, the bastards pray
They murdered the one true love
The one to save to lead the way, so take my hand and walk with me
She traces the scars with her fingertips, blowing dead flowers miles wide
As the sun sets and they rejoice, laughing as they fucking burn
Cursing the coward that we call god, forgetting our outstretched hands
They murdered the one true love We are killed in this fading dream