• Break through the hour glass,
    Letting all the grains spill out;
    For it's about time to get away from here.

    The memories once haunting the soul
    Are now free to roam wherever they see fit,
    Even though they say you've come to free our sins.

    A prophet is an excuse you do;
    While all these damned deeds are passed.

    Let's justify the means for this path chosen.
    "You will die for me but because you wanted to."

    In the end they still are here,
    Every bit of grain still haunts my tears.
    But why, when the prophet was supposed to take them away.

    You deceived the hour and yet you still have power.
    There are no twists that can purify your rotten hold;
    On humanity's lost hearts.