Centuries, born to break my weary soul Sanctioning, scorn to break my dearest foes To rip the face off this Reaching out I lost control This soul in shame All I can take Who holds the blame All that I've wasted Sent to rest, scorn to break my weary soul Sufferance, force to break my dearest goals To rid disgrace from this A loss of mind is lost control This soul in shame All I can take Who holds the blame All that I've wasted To raise the gate, ever so elated Erase the day ever so disdained Descent awaits never you'll restrain this Regret awaits forever your embrace