Tormented In Grace - Ice Ages

No more home that waits with wide opened doors

No more child that faces the morning dawn

Slaughtered in vain…

Abandoned cold world and doomed, sacrificed

So proud in shame

So twisted in mind and paying it’s price with fear

No one will stare at the blood-raining sky

Never more, No hope ever to be found

Tormented in grace

And sacred delight where agony cries

The Reckoning day

Subverted and bent so Fractured and deadly days.