Will I rise from the ashes we create? Will I fall into oblivion? When I look up to this tower, with a soul that's ripped apart. I see my death before me, and the path is cold and dark. I feel the flames surrounding my heart. Watching my soul being torn apart. 26 years, I’ve been digging my grave, climbing the tower of pain. Fear shouldn’t be deciding my fate, my agony shouldn’t be adding this weight, when my heart no longer beats, what will I see? Will I rise from the ashes we create? Will I fall into oblivion? When I look up to this tower, with a soul that's ripped apart. I see my death before me, and the path is cold and dark. I hear the whisper of death in my ear, “Hell is saved for those who don’t fear!” 26 years, being told I’m a slave. Draining desire away. Fear shouldn’t be deciding my fate, my agony shouldn’t be adding this weight, when my heart no longer beats, what will I see? Will I rise from the ashes we create? Will I fall into oblivion? When I look out from this tower, with a soul that's ripped apart. I see my death before me, and the path is cold and dark. Hell shouldn’t draw me closer to heaven. Fear shouldn’t pull me closer to fate. I will climb the tower of pain.