War inside spills blood from your veins
Mortal voice of your awe
You fade like the portrait that's bygone


You sip from the chalice of bane
Weakness poisons your soul

The shine in your eyes burns low

Hear my crying from outside

Don't believe in their lies
You should know... it's late
And you'll die...

... in the lake of brine

You fall like the autumnal leaf


In the garden of pain
Broken in your rules... lost in vain


You should wake up from eternal sleep
Hear the noise from below

Life flows to nowhere
And the centuries go


Flagellation - the one way
Of your moaning and grime
You should know... it's late

And you're dying...
... in the lake of brine