Impure

This stronghold Is falling apart again (There is no trace of its strength) Look up but there's no sun above that shines (Stuck in this cycle again) New sin, I seem to enjoy this (Pain is under control) Get up, Is this the fight you were looking for? (Stuck in this cycle again) Hopeless mission Since you are gone I'm becoming Impure Hopeless mission Since you are gone I'm becoming Impure Deep in the eye of the storm Flowers grow and die alone Against the rain and the wind Will is consumed from within I'm bleeding out Yet I'll stick around, not afraid