When the rhythm is broken
And the melody lacks
Can the grip of time’s hands on us
Ever be slacked?
Or this way must we ever stay?
As a broken-hearted man wants others to feel his pain
Inside, he knows it’s all in vain
So I carve a bindrune into my flesh
Raging against this terrible fear of death
For out of the winds of the howling black
We know in our hearts we can never go back
To a time before this crime