Gripping the brightest grid A surgical drive to increase the noise Ice cold realization of the silent wind… slowly drags me up into a splintered reason Emptiness engulf me
Align the love inside me Let misery wake me
Search low… abandoned
The creaking floors cry out below A limping glimpse of next steps… the fog showers the last light of day
Destroy the wooden frame Trust the creaking sounds Seek the tunnel… to walk high above Search low Confront the night
Warm blood drips on cold snow… the curtain surrounds logical thought
Condemned to the gallows
The crimson moonbeam lights my journey Crippled with time... desperate strides into nothing The crimson moonbeam… hear the waking Crippled with time... desperate strides into nothing