Pitiful, poor, blind and naked
In pursuit of an atonement that will never come
You justify your actions, the excuse of false claims
Sinking beneath the hope of release
You've built this prison, brick by bloody brick
Who is the man behind the mask
The brother I loved?
The person I once looked up to?
Is he lost within?
We're left with nothing but a debt on our hands
A broken family, the legacy you've left behind
Face the demon
Or perish as a promise unfulfilled
You were meant for more than this
An absent figure, an abandoned home
You were meant for more than this
Set flames to this withered field
These crops are all worthless
