• Born in a dead mother's arms
    thrown aside to do no harm.
    now the tears turn into blood
    The child that wallows in the mud.

    Vengance for a dying man
    Hated since he could stand
    and now it's left just one last thing
    a souvenier from a mighty king
    and it's faith

    Let go of the life you hold
    Meant to die so long ago.
    Child living in the waste
    only has a mother to hate.

    Vengance for a dying man
    Hated since he could stand
    and now it's left just one last thing
    a souvenier from a mighty king
    and it's faith
    Penance held in gripping hand
    Hated for his view on man
    and now the end to his time and strife
    a reminder of what was his life
    for his hate

    Remember the haunting past
    Never to be forgotten
    This is the mark of the dead
    Never to be forgotten
    Never to be forgotten

    Vengance for a dying man
    Hated since he could stand
    and now it's left just one last thing
    a souvenier from a mighty king
    and it's faith
    Penance held in gripping hand
    Hated for his view on man
    and now the end to his time and strife
    a reminder of what was his life
    for his hate

    Let go of the life you hold
    Meant to die so long ago.
    Now the tears turned into blood
    The child swallowed by the mud.

    Vengance for a dying man
    Hated since he could stand
    and now it's left just one last thing
    a souvenier from a mighty king
    and it's faith
    Penance held in gripping hand
    Hated for his view on man
    and now the end to his time and strife
    a reminder of what was his life
    for his hate