Every time I hear your voice, it reminds me of the echoes
The torturous melodies a remittance to wake the dead
With the masses at the stare, I'm at a loss for words
Yet you're full of despair, in the end I'll have my
In the end I'll have my revenge
I will have you in my hands
I will show the world, what I'm worth
Raising your head in victory
I wont be held down, I wont let you get the best of me
Serenade the queen, by suffocating her
She will be buried in the trenches