Letra de Captive - 11th Hour

Ed:
Morning light bleeds into my room
As i ponder my impending doom
I almost long to be interred
My shameful tale will go unheard
In the silent grave

Rogga:
After all we are nothing
But a speck in death’s design
Breathing, choking, what’s the use in trying
To hang on to this farce called life

Ed:
Graveyard skies and flesh that died
Soon i’ll take my place alongside
The guilty soul that dwell down here
End my sorrow, bury my fear
In the silent grave

Rogga:
What’s the use in lingering
Just like the memories of the dead
Haunting, cursing, my entire being
Won’t someone lift my useless body-
- from this god damn bed

Rogga: you won’t find peace among the worms,
Ed: … in the silent grave
Rogga: no salvation in this dirt
Ed: … in the silent grave