See the old man walking crippled and confused
 The lines on his forehead he's torn and wiped and used
 When he stops and stares at you send shivers down your spine
 Ready to go down into his grave today

 The more he sees the pain

 See the old man frowning a smile so full of glee
 The lines on his forehead burns deeper than the sea
 Body like an animal wounded and in decay
 Ready for his evil of blood and bread and wine

 The more he sees....

 When death marched in on you
 So slowly and forlorn
 The maker rattles the cage a new life is born

 See the dead man rising from his grave
 The scars on his face the sign of things [bad word]  When he stops and points at you, send shivers down your spine
 Ready for his evil of blood and bread and wine