The Wretched Nothing

I find myself kneeling - eventide
Down here on that filthy rotten bight

Will you witness - the dread I have seen
Take in cleansing gore - while in this war

When those cold hands reach for you - There is no escape
The wretched nothing that you can do - once hell has chosen you
But before you leave just apprehend - for whose purse you'll die
When you lie dying on this battlefield - remember my words

I find myself with glowing eyes
Trying to grasp all those bloody skies

Once you've passed the hail of steel - You'll be shackled by thorn
Yet before you get killed - your soul will lie torn

You gaze into death - lying in wait
Your life withering - O he's expecting you

And you pretend that you never knew...

When those cold hands reach for you - There is no escape
The wretched nothing that you can do - once hell has chosen you
But before you part just apprehend - for whose purse you'll die
When you lie dying on this firing line - bear in mind my mark

Blood is pouring down
The ruin of your soul
Your world has fallen apart
You'll never witness sunrise again

I find myself with blazing eyes
This death you suffer - agonize

While in this war - there is no rule
You won't die in honour you're just a tool