Fate calling me ...

A Time to heal , a time to die
A Servant to the grand design
Born into a World of hurt
Living last and dying first

And said it was a Form arose
Reborn within this crypt of stone
Justify the Thing you`ve done
Bitter Words from an empty Tongue

Between two Worlds
Set to devide
Not yet reborn
They cannot die
Where is the Truth
When Blood fills your Eyes
Suffer the Masses
The Hatred of our Time

As the Blinded let the Blind
After all the Soul survives
Justify the Thing you`ve done
Bitter Words from an empty Tongue