Waiting and furcating
Me myself,
Erasing every shred of good
That I once had,

Mourning on my ill fate
Mourning over my ill heart,
Crushed from within
Cursed to be like that,

Left out alone
I fight my own,
And there is no one to hear me
To hear my ill heart.

I witnessed earth turning red
Bodies turning cold,
Weapons ******* iron,
Same as the one I hold

I wished to be a Messiah
War was all I created,
I asked Lord
If this is what I was fated,

But it's too late to turn back now
My path has been chosen,
I have to walk alone,
I have to cross this hell,
To make a heaven of my own.