Reject

Fear in her eyes enslaved her soul
She can't explain what she saw
Breathless body he gave it all
He knew what he'd never known
Feeling nothing laying on floor
Losing the war without enemies
With the mark on face
To be the myth of disgrace

Cursed by the god for sin
Their bodies not allowed to get in
Rejected by the honoured lands for
What their dirty hands have done
Forsaken yard, forsaken land
The witness for their shameful end

Darkness dominating the place
Cracks in walls struggling to survive
Nine cairns bury the yelps of pain
Where living is out of bound
I can't resolve this mystery
Leaving the world with that legacy
With the mark on face
To be the myth of disgrace

Cursed by the god for sin
Their bodies not allowed to get in
Rejected by the honored lands for
What their dirty hands have done
Forsaken yard, forsaken land
The witness for their shameful end

Reaper came by
raising his scythe
Hitting the sky
Raising his scythe
Taking their life
No one survived

Reaper raised his scythe in the sky
Rotten souls deserve to die
Immortal life living in hell
Burned to ash a place to dwell