A frail, lonely figure
Leans up against the wall
The shadows are trembling
Behind the candlelight
They reach for me
Caressing my face
And in that moment
Of frailty, I am paralyzed
Sentenced to life
I beg for death
Taste this sacred ash and you will be free
No longer able to speak
No longer able to feel
Exiled to an eternity
Of mental agony on a bed of broken glass
Sentenced to life
I beg for death
Taste this sacred ash and you will be free
Taste this sacred ash and you
Taste this sacred ash
Sentenced to life
I beg for death
Taste this sacred ash and you will be free
Sentenced to life
I beg for death
Taste this sacred ash and you will be free