Like coming home from so long ago
How Long since last we spoke
How many times have I sold my soul
How many pounds of flesh have I given

These stones so old
Make me wonder
Who will
What will
Be left of me
Not that I care 
Not will it change in the End
We return to that which we came
Alone to die so far from here

As I lay in our bed I feel the grass on my back
I feel the cold stone next to my head
I see your face as the leather binds your hands
I see the look in your eyes some much pleasure in pain

Again I wonder how will it end