War Of My Misery - Am I Blood

The last wish will remain in their legacy

Chosen for a dreamless gift

The loss you were seeking from my misery

Fading to asleep

Embrace the victim of your soul

You hate it anyway

So hate I

Capture of grace reveals my vanity

Tired for this pressure

Value of freedom it keeps on illusion

Appears as my own

They hate myself and you

Corruption of infernal

They praise my war

War of my misery

Untiring legion concedes my confession

It would serve no reason

Uninvited, cold personality

Reserved to be untrue for themselves

Embrace the victim…

They hate myself…