Charred Fields of Snow

Why us
this touch the last touch
This touch won't break me...
A Word to soft to be spoken
Wrapped in a barbed wire and traveling amongst the charred fields of snow
I have become wounded
For the souls lost in this display of self rightous ideals
Break for I'm the one who deserves this pain
The innocent will find
The innocent will find their place in heaven...
This pain will not stop
I now dispose of you...
One by one their souls will take you over
The pain of thousands your time has come to think that you have broken us
down
You have not
The innocent are free now and you're condemned