Crooked Timber of Humanity

Cold
From pyre to an ember
Roads
That stretch for all of time
Froze
The heart of man forever
Slow
I'm bleeding for what's mine

Heart of man, look what could have been
These walls can't stand
Brace for coming end

Loathe
A dogma for your hatred
Souls
That cower at the sign
Go
Slip into the ether
Stole
The fire from the shine

To reach your destination
First you walk the line
Condemn your self damnation
Burn to purify

Heart of man, look what could have been
These walls can't stand
Brace for coming end