Out on the edge of reality My life branded with nothing in sight Hostility quickly unveils A vexation beyond the pale Fingers encircle the dagger Nothing more is left to say Take one last look in my eyes Before I murder you with no respite I can't feel my own skin Reserve the last judgement I have become traitorous Thrown to a circle of fire Condemned in the Throes of Remorse One stab one verdict of guilty Two stabs too late to turn back Blood thirty and homicidal Condemn myself to my own end I can't feel my own skin Reserve the last judgement I have become traitorous Thrown to a circle of fire Condemned in the Throes of Remorse Condemned! Come on! I can't feel my own skin Reserve the last judgement I have become traitorous Thrown to a circle of fire Condemned in the Throes of Remorse