歌词
With eyes bemoaning the betrayal of callow assurance,
Discolored in presence of muted legion,
Behold your silhouetted enemy.
Your eyes will see this breadth of sunless province
Embodying the loneliness of exile.
Cower at the words that you deny;
This is abandonment.
Beneath Iscariot who swings in eternal pendulum,
You will find comfort in none familiar.
Where warmth escapes you, hear only my voice
Which serves to remind of all decisions
Made in spite and wrath.
And hear between your broken voice
The sweet refrain of mine,
A whisper to accompany the eternal, waning emptiness.
Blessed be the tortured screams.