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.