Here I stand, alone, with hate
Here I stand, too long, too late
All I know, is you will leave us all
Here I stand, alone, to fall
Oh my Brother, how could you?

Not look into the eyes of your fellow man
Who stood with you, through it all
And feel nothing in your heart but hate
Red stain on the blade, all sense of worth has been washed away
Sacrifice was all in vain, where’s the sense of guilt?
Where’s the shame?
Lost soul in the unmarked grave, we have given a name
Black flame
In death we are all the same
Remain, black flame
Burn, and let your soul be free
As the flames rise high and your spirit leaves
Nightmares have become too real
Now the world is screaming and it’s hard to hear

Red stain on the blade, all sense of worth has been washed away
How could you be hollow?
Now your life is doomed to sorrow