The agony bursts in memories of hollow songs and empty prayers
The evil eyes and filthy tongues are more than just nightmares

The agony bursts
In memories of past battles
Victories and defeats

You run corner to corner longing for an end
Your agony's your power outlet
Your end is the beginning
Still you should make amends

The power you've possessed is gone
Your agony's your power outlet
Your end is the beginning, still you should make amends

The old and the young
Alive and the dead
Are now taking part in the feast