The bastard sings another tune
Isolated, I think I've seen his ghost
Into the churches you burned
Lacerated with every breath
Blowing out candles for silent bodies
The cold hath racked piles of carcass
All you know is self-destruction
When I'm past that
Writing this song for people like you to hear
You will soon learn your lesson
F*ck, don't you see?
Die, die, die