In the blood of winter
You may [bad word] my soul
For we can fall no further
The world is [bad word] We were born to suffer
And glory in our pain
Each dream has jaws to [bad word] us
Again and again

Embrace his blood
The death's head
When love lies torn and raped
Submissive and rejected
Burn the hand of fate

In the blood of winter
You may [bad word] my soul
For we can fall no further
The world is [bad word]