Deceived by words, do you hear.
The whispers burns the voice in the dark.
What do you feel when you do not heal.
I will kneel in front of the person.
He who will breaks my bones.
I will call you King before I tear down your walls skin by skin.
Chained to the shadow which stalks me when I walk.
I can hear her cry.
I will by death, never defy her.
Never will she say goodbye.
I will be the one.
Angered by the calmness of my hate.
If I must wake.
After death died.
I will burn everything down to the ground.