As he thrust his blade through the heart of the man who raised him - the only father he ever knew - the corrupting power suddenly leaves his soul and his vision becomes clear. His hands covered with blood and his heart heavy with newfound regret, the Guardian looks upon the city. The people below who live in fear of his sweeping judgments - are they truly better off? Do they now respect the Guardians, or simply live in terror of them? The flames that once burned inside of his heart have now reached up and consumed him. From the parapets of the tower, his eyes turn from the body of his master and softly focus on the void. There is one way to restore the balance. One way to make things right. To fulfill his vow, he knows what he must do… How deep are the layers of blood collected upon these two hands? In the corner my master lays still Lifeless, broken, and damned Surveying a city strangled by fear No better off than when I first appeared As pain comes in wave after wave The wind gently whispers my name This fire, I fed it my soul, burned all I know, Burned down to ashes, I I gave it control, swallowed me whole Burned down to ashes, bitter and cold I pray that the wind picks me up And scatters me over their graves Those that I'd killed, those I condemned And the child that I never saved Pulled under by currents of guilt The void, now screaming my name This fire, I fed it my soul, burned all I know, Burned down to ashes, I I gave it control, swallowed me whole Burned down to ashes, bitter and cold Fate's letting me go My destiny known; Just another stone to throw I stand at the edge of the void, my honor destroyed, Burned down to ashes, I I now comprehend, just one way to end, One way to balance, balance it all God, let me atone Take this heart made of ash; all that I ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
