And I shall your eyes
Into tears
When all that's left
Are the hollows of devotion

And, out of vision
We shall bring
The void
Crowned with hoods
And crying with hope

Eagle on arm
And terror in eye
Resist and [bad word] Your faith is a lie

And, the death of dreams
Shall be a beautiful end
With flowers of filth
And wine and fine men

Certains slips of the tongue
Are laced with disappointment
With disappointment
From start to end
Confront me with your dream
And lives so [bad word] I curse

And, I shall turn your eyes
Into tears
When all that's left
Are the hollows of devotion

And, out of vision
We shall bring
The void
Crowned with hoods
And crying with hope

And, the death of dreams
Shall be a beautiful end
With flowers of filth
And wine and fine men