| I Deny |
|---|
| Facing down into |
| The blood-soaked soil |
| The prong pierces my neck |
| As it’s only a swords length away… |
| From the years to come |
| My words are dripping red |
| I drink my pride |
| As I shall close my eyes |
| No more |
| The prong twists in the gap of flesh |
| Facing down into |
| The blood-soaked soil |
| I swear to all of which I possess |
| And I swear to all of which I am |
| To abhor the fear |
| I deny… |
| And the years to come |
| Are only a swords length away |
| I deny… |
