I can only imagine that wrath is being held out
So there will be time for us to be redeemed
But surely wrath is not being held out

So that we may redeem ourselves
For I've seen the madness
Of those who died trying

But is regret only a word that the living possess?
I long to see their faces
Regardless of the decay

For in the eyes of the deceased...

We would see hope in our last day

Inside this dying world
For there is still beauty
Inside this dying world