White lights,
Have turned to red,
I am what has been bled

We are the children of the bowels,
I have seen mountains,
And watched them all fall

We look back to,
To what we have lost,
And I don't see what I ever had

Falling under,
Under fate

We are the children of the bowels,
I have seen mountains,
And watched them all fall

White lights,
Have turned to red,
I am what has been bled
What has been bled