sentenced - end of the road
'...the memories beneath the dust of years, they seem like those of someone deceased, there's no more to be done, or hoped or feared, just waiting for the final release..'

sentenced - no one there
'...it freezes my heart, my desperate heart to think we both will die alone...'

sentenced - no more beating as one
'...gone are the times when i felt alive, gone are those nights with you by my side and now here i stand as the shadows grow deep with the death on my hand at your grave i weep...'