Flooded with this sin, now he had become too hard to carry. Below this skin the face of a man who had the thought in his head of wishing to be dead. Now I stumble through these streets because what is left is you and not me, but since you did not stay, I will no longer suffer from his grace.
Bury me in the land that I fought for to face your reverence. An honest man that you said you’ll make of me. You see what they don’t see but rest in our home, for we won’t stay long once we have gone.
But how could you have been hiding all of this time? Well you couldn’t have, but I knew where the truth would lie.
The treachery from all of your lies wouldn’t have fought this strife, but I slew the wind and I took the evening home. Now turning to face our accusers you are the hellion, the martyr that led us to this place from our treacherous disgrace. But now I wake to give the day my farewell.