In Bromine Chambers
there can be no mercy,
no bitter flagellation for your sins;
Straight Up Freestyle Lyrics
its on now time to cut the cake
> no forgiveness and no sackcloth
can cease the dance
of ashes on the wind.

Too late now for a wish
to change all wishing;
too late to change, to breathe, to grow.
Too late to smother out the tell-tale footprints
which mark your passage through the greying snow