Carried down yet another ghostly road
Of a life already lived and faded
Passing yet another broken man
His life in burning iron, wrought
His voice is (the thoughtless?) wake of others
A damaged life, bleeding, blackened, burned
As great, dedicate
The faces gone
We are in its grace
A war is on
The other rises, shining in his violence
His annihilation is my aim
No blood is spilled
All this (vileness?) from his lips
__ __ __ __
__ __ me
__ has made at odds?
__ __ me is taking me
To know to __ to __ __
Crush away (way? plague?) our will
Our world has bound to doubt (bounded down?)
In circle of skin I'm found
__ them __ the? __ __ __ __ __
They (struggle?) __ __ __