Novembers Doom

I struggle to reach above the fault, In the same moment of collapse
Born to suffer by the fate of this world, come with me now, and bleed
Visions of the promised land, I close my eyes and angels die
No man alive can stop the bleed, and now I hear the voice of failure
A deeper hunger I have for fear, we're bound to the eyes of his plea
Fingers running across my scars, the beauty of my lonely heart
Visions of the promised land, I close my eyes and angels die
No man alive can stop the bleed, and now I hear the voice of failure