Unchained I stride forward
And make amends with my soul
These sanctified calloused wounds
Will be demolished tombs
Bless this new sacrifice
With great will comes no demise
Give in to no caress
For this dismissive death
Pain
It Runs
Shame
I Shun
Forgiveness is second thought
Ambitions devour great loss
With piled stones I rectify
A crusade for destiny
I see no failure
Rest my will to silence, to sever
I see no failure, no falter
Rest my will to silence, to sever