The Fateful Hour - Forced To Submit lyrics

Darkest places in your mind Clouds your senses it makes you blind To all your inner hate it shows upon your face I see through your withered eyes I know you are dead inside Alas these mortal eyes look upon the lonesome grave Where no one mourns this hollow heart is grasping for another Someone to hold, someone to touch help me What have you, what have you done this cannot all be gone What have you, what have you done your face was my last sun