Blood Red Grave – A Masterpiece Of Failure – letras

How delicate is our fateElegant is our hateLike a dried out rose used to mark the end of our bookDistance separated by a flame that we are all drawn toTears cannot vanquish this life set ablazeSo we dance along the misshaped line of one thousand soldiers at war with themselvesSelf-sacrifice can only hide the guilt insideSo we hide our faces in the ashes of our pastUnable to look backAnd I can see the end of this path laid out for meIt drags me along and when I try to hold back my legs fail meSo I scream to the sound of all the tortured souls who have come and burnt before meCan I be placed aside?So what I dread may passOr is it my destiny to suffer the consequences of loving my graveCovered in blood red roses and surrounded by a circle of paper cut out heartsHow was I to know this spark we had would kill us all?