You are at war
It all burns in your hands
Line of mind
Blade in palms
And wine strains your voice
As grinded glass it shredded
Into dust, eventually it turned
It's not late yet
Beneath the heart
A stranger's body
It's not too late
Fragment of sun hasn't burned out
Pain follows you
Such as blind revenge
But battle will show
Home is not a stronghold anymore
And water under rock will reach
Cutting it with its fast streams
Into dust, eventually it'll turn
It's not late yet
Beneath the heart
A stranger's body
It's not too late
Fragment of sun hasn't burned out