Where Your Rotting Corpse Lie (W.Y.R.C.L.) - Eleine

When will we

Act the same

Cure our kind from

Eternal pain

I, I see no end

No end to this

Fueled by truth

Not by flesh

Beyond the towering

Wall of lies

We will claim our fate

Climb

Climb to the edge

Rise above the hate

We claim our freedom

We take our freedom

We will rise above

Lies

Has been spoken through your eyes

But the consequence was mine

My wrists are open wide from my sacrifice

My blood has dried

And so we stand on barren land

As you lie beneath the sand

True power we acquire

As your rotting corpse lies

Closed mind

Closed fate

Bound to death

Feel no rest

As you die

We shall reveal

True power

Climb

Climb to the edge

Rise above the hate

We claim our freedom

We take our freedom

We will rise above

Lies

Has been spoken through your eyes

But the consequence was mine

My wrists are open wide from my sacrifice

My blood has dried

And so we stand on barren land

As you lie beneath the sand

True power we acquire

As your rotting corpse lies

And so my blood has dried

From my open wrists and my sacrifice

But true power we will acquire

As your rotting corpse

Lies

Has been spoken through your eyes

But the consequence was mine

My wrists are open wide from my sacrifice

My blood has dried

And so we stand on barren land

As you lie beneath the sand

True power we acquire

As your rotting corpse lies