With sorrow you row to a land sick with rot That which has passed may not be undone Yet guilt wars with love and coldly compels To seek salvation through suffering Your trials, your flaws Made for you a shroud You turn from the darkness But running, it grows Truth is a sword To plunge in your heart Or make battle with gods Who won't hear your prayers The hardest battle, fought in your mind It's not your own end that you fear The corpse-fog swells, within hides death Even obscured you still know the path Darkness speaks and you listen, why? A voice screams "Turn back!", another cries "On!" Your own mouth is silent Save for wails and screams Through fear you persist Your blade, your redemption Your shame, your armour Your bleak killing flaw Those gods lie defeated Blood flows 'cross your skin It nurtures the earth Brings flowers of light This land you now claim Raw and absolved In hell how you've suffered You've strived and you've won Yet still the weeds grow in Your garden of remorse Your pain was for nothing Your bleak killing flaw