The Arch
Julien Spreutels, Samuel Arkan
[Lone]
Black tears are falling on my face
The wind of blindness covers my eyes
But now it is too late... Too late to have regrets
I’m facing fate and my agony shall linger
I beg for no mercy
My body and soul are torn
Through hills of despair
That’s where I’ll wander
Welcome into the Arch
Built with my rage and falls
Welcome into the Arch
Where my pain will be jailed for years
Tainted blood is running inside me
The evil irony infected my thoughts
But now it’s late... Too late to change it
I’m facing fate and my agony shall linger
These are my last words
My last words & journey
Evil shall never prevail again
Here inside the Arch
Built with my rage and falls