A fallen angel on earth, with broken wings and arrows at his back; after all the betrayals and hollow words, after every broken heart, he doesn't know how to go on. He does not lack strength, yet his heart bears deep, wounded scars; he was always there to help at every step, but now he stands alone with bloodied feet, treading on broken glass, his hands scratched by your fingernails—he can go no further. He carried you in his arms when you could no longer go on, but now, with wings heavy and caked in mud, he can no longer fly, nor sing with his perfect voice; only a scream of deep anguish escapes him. He can no longer help heal your wounded heart; he weeps beside your lifeless body— a mingling of blood and wounds, with bullets, shards of iron, and glass embedded in your soft flesh. [Verse 1] The air grows heavy—a devastating blow, Everything I knew vanishes in an instant. The acrid, bitter taste of settling ash, Sharp edges hidden in a blinding glare. The roar of iron, the earth tearing apart, There is nowhere left for us to hide. [Chorus] Tormented souls—the reflection of a tormented soul, Scars are the stories of the broken. Nightmares, voices in the darkness, Cries that leave an indelible mark. [Bridge] A tangle of suffering and pain— Is this the harvest of the "rain of iron"? Killing for a strip of barren land... What is the price of what we hold dear?
