Born

on-

ly

of

des-

pair,

hope

crum-

bles

un-

der

the

hor-

rors

we

bear.

Death

in-

to

life,

the

flask

of

our

i-

dols

spills

poi-

so-

nous

smite

u-

pon

their

ar-

ri-

val.

A

ri-

ver

of

ice

meets

a

moun-

tain

of

fi-

re.

All

hope

torn

a-

sun-

der

by

hu-

man

de-

si-

re.

Un-

der

a

ser-

pent's

tongue,

the

fruit

of

life.

Hea-

ven

and

Hell

cast

from

the

flame

and

the

flies.

Back

to

the

so-

il,

our

ties

to

the

pla-

net

se-

vered

by

knife.

Se-

vered

by

knife.

We'll

cry

of

the

can-

cer,

and

we'll

fail

for

the

cure.

Let

the

sor-

row

con-

sume

us.

The

bur-

dens

im-

pure.

We'll

cry

of

the

can-

cer,

and

we'll

fail

for

the

cure.

Let

the

sor-

row

con-

sume

us.

The

bur-

dens

im-

pure.

Sick

from

the

filth,

spew

forth

black

blood.

Un-

chain

the

ma-

chines

that

hold

off

the

flood.

I

see

no

hope.

I

don't

feel

the

fear.

We

don't

have

to

stay

here.

We

don't

have

to

stay

here.

A

ri-

ver

of

ice

meets

a

moun-

tain

of

fi-

re.

All

hope

torn

a-

sun-

der

by

hu-

man

de-

si-

re.

Emp-

ti-

ness.

God-

less

glut-

tons.

Emp-

ti-

ness.

I

give

you

emp-

ti-

ness.

God-

less

glut-

tons.

Emp-

ti-

ness.

We'll

cry

of

the

can-

cer,

and

we'll

fail

for

the

cure.

Let

the

sor-

row

con-

sume

us.

The

bur-

dens

im-

pure.

We'll

cry

of

the

can-

cer,

and

we'll

fail

for

the

cure.

Let

the

sor-

row

con-

sume

us.

The

bur-

dens

im-

pure.

Flesh

to

the

dirt.

Necks

to

the

stone.

Scor-

ching

the

soul.

Hol-

lo-

wing

bones.

Flesh

to

the

dirt.

Necks

to

the

stone.

Scor-

ching

the

soul.

Hol-

lo-

wing

bones.

Don't

bring

me

back

from

the

dead.

Don't

bring

me

back

from

the

dead.

Don't

bring

me

back

from

the

dead.

Don't

bring

me

back

from

the

dead.