We leave the shores to see the mountains rising
A distant impression grwoing
This judgement creates the pain in we hold

Destructive intentions that serve no purpose
But the end of us all
These vultures from the past, coming

In all the hells and worlds, the time has come
Delivered from their eyes
Embrace, suffer, destroy - gift of guilt

The shame and sorrow, self-condemnation
Fill all the gaps and the spaces, unyielding
Bestowed upon us, devastating power

We're building connective tissue to a maze of lies
We're left as starving orphans
The vital core is gone

Our sins are all over and over again we swallow
We're sick and tired when this wind blows
The reflex is insane

We must forgive and stop blaming ourselves for this love
These vultures from the past, coming
In all the hells and worlds, the time has come

Delivered from their eyes
I'm leaving this behind - the gift of guilt