Devil Sold His Soul

All faith corroded, your fate within my hands.
I will not need the help from onlookers and the weak, their purpose has gone.
And I promise you that this will be our final resting place, your breath will fade away. And I promise you that this will be our final resting place, are we so broken that we won't last?
Open the flood gates, don't close your eyes, this will be ephemeral.
If you don't take this chance, this door will close.
We will play our parts yet tearing at us we will know that this is a disappointment.
Every little detail ruined by your cold hate.