A thousand stabs of a blade at a solemn chest
Without a quiver, the blood gushing out of this...

As sad as grieving stature,
As injured as our faith...

1000 times she cried
And on those tears, 1000 lies...

Here we stand, embrace
I clutch on to you...

I'm here, standing there front of you
Alone, I am here, standing there...

A core within the darkness doom,
A circle dark, where time does loom...

Death as a virus
Feeding on sins, hatred, and loss...