Centuries, born to break my weary soul
Sanctioning, scorn to break my dearest foes
To rip the face off this
Reaching out I lost control

This soul in shame
All I can take
Who holds the blame
All that I've wasted

Sent to rest, scorn to break my weary soul
To rid disgrace from this
A loss of mind is lost control

To raise the gate, ever so elated
Erase the day ever so disdained

This soul in shame
All I can take
Who holds the blame
All that I've wasted

Descent awaits never you'll restrain this
Regret awaits forever your embrace