Clinging to life in the reflection of the self Breathing the air from the poisoned pit Hovering through flames from the burning core Searching for reason in the ashes of men Obeying the laws of the kings without lands Bowing in awe at the hypocrite's feet Not hearing the cry of the infant Poisoning the seed that was planted within Ignoring the winter that closes in Believing the tales from the forked tongue Frozen to death without being born Looking for reason in the bottomless abyss Clinging to life in the reflection of the self Breathing the air from the poisoned pit Hovering through flames from the burning core Searching for reason in the ashes of men Obeying the laws of the kings without lands Bowing in awe at the hypocrite's feet Clinging to life Frozen to death Clinging to life in the reflection of the self Frozen to death without being born Absorbing the reek of rotting flesh Marching in convoys to fields unknown Clinging to life in the reflection of the self Embracing the sun without casting shadows Believing the tales from the forked tongue Frozen to death without being born