Felt my back bleeding,
Heard the song of a siren;
The [bad word] of death and [bad word] 
I've already hit the ground,
Nothing you said was [bad word] 
Were all the vows meant to be broken?

Some wounds will never heal,
Some day even queens will die.
Some day even nations turn their backs
After the chants of devilish mouths.

Lie deep in your lies, keep telling you love me;
The chant of death and [bad word] 
I still hear the words that let me down,
Something deep inside you died that night.

Some wounds will never heal,
Some day even queens will die.
Some day even nations turn their backs
After the chants of devilish mouths.

That night showed your [bad word] colours,
Pure blackness and filth.
Once loved, once admired,
Dead to the world from now on.

Some wounds will never heal,
Some day even queens will die.
Some day even nations turn their backs
After the chants of devilish mouths.