He's made of sin, nothing in the abyss he calls a soul
(Eating at him, there's a rage, He hunts to feel any little thing)
He's desperate, sure – but even more he won't live another day
(Picked the wrong victim and cried “God spare me oh please!”)
She contemplates, how her heart it aches
The memory of him keeps her warm and safe
A pile of bones and echos
Of a love that's dead and gone
(Seen it all, been done before, cliche but it's real……history-)
You are all the same in the end
By those who pay attention
Restricted by your own hand, the end
Fills her lungs, stepping on them as they lay
(on a field of pain she stays. Guiding them all to their final grave)
A soldier boy hears her voice
Leading him far from the fray
(As she cries one single tear, he'll fall on a sword,
Your humanity, oh it's beautiful dear
All the stories untold, I'll make them clear
Written in ink, all that you think
You are all the same in the end
And crawl to the top again
And raise their swords but never will defend
Walking on the path of the condemned
The peasant king and queen lose heads in the end*
tales of monsters and men
Oh, it's all the same, just nonsense
You are all the same in the end
(I've read every name and I know you're all bound by your chains)
(I've read every name and I know that you'll…)
By those who pay attention
Restricted by your own hand, the end