Quietus - Epica

The culprit, you act before thinking

Caught in your ignorant sin

And lying to your own reflection

You thought you could hide

Deprived of my own innocence, denied

The infinity of recurring torment

Your comeuppance

See, hear the torture inside

Devouring what was left of my pride

You thought it’s not going to happen to you

Thought you could hide

Deprived of my own innocence, denied

The infinity of recurring torment

Your comeuppance

Dwelling in a mind, mixed up and

Your regret has spread over the sea

Deprived of my own innocence, denied

The infinity of recurring torment

Your comeuppance

Dwelling in a mind, mixed up and

Your regret has spread over the sea