Vārdi: Madder Mortem. Faceless.

Blood to bind and love to damn me
Formed in clay, the fire has made me faceless
Torn to shreds, but I'm still standing
Never sleeping and never blinded

Sweetness taken from me in the moment I misspent
All good ripped out from me and the silence never ends

Blood to fade and love to wither
No one holds and nothing lives here