Foretold

And in Dark Rooms 
The Old Man Looks 
Looks Through His Tired Eyes 
At Faint Faces 
Of Twisted Lives 
Lives of Lies

In the Stillness 
There She Lies 
As the Pain Flame 
Drains Away 
She Grows Younger 
In Child Like Eyes

And Tears Mirror 
All Things Good 
And in Blood Flows 
All Things Bad