

The iron rusts
under the weight
of every promise
made too late.
We bury
the remnants deep below,
where the slow rivers of ashes flow.
(arrggh) Break
the cage! Unleash
the rage!
Sliding down the muddy slope,
clinging to a frayed-out rope!
(down we go) Iron turns to dust and stone,
reaping what the dark has sown!
No sound but the falling dust.
Only iron left to rust. (ahhhh)
Sliding down the muddy slope,
clinging to a frayed-out rope!
(down we go) Iron turns to dust and stone,
reaping what the dark has sown!
(rust... and... dust...)