You cut the bloody rope, as for the small one

That's coming to the light... unaware

The lowered head greets

The feet tightened by

Chains of iron, passing slow

The whole weight of a life



Listen around to nothing

Black spiders on a trap

Thoughts are gone, while tears rest on it's face

Listen around to nothing



It howls no peace but pain, indisposition

Man's shade from the black hood, tears still rain

Tightened the chain

To a wrist, where

Greeting the last footstep, of a life never lived



The darkest sight... tearing away

Too low... so slow



Outline is down by now... as an old toy

You won't tell anymore... lead soldier

The lowered head greets, the feet tightened by

Chains of iron, passing slow

The whole weight of a life



The darkest sight... tearing away

Too low... so slow