We are victims of dreams in our moment of [bad word] 
Like pawns of delusion marching onward confused 
Illusions will die and love turn away 
Who remembers the past with the rise of decay? 

I prick all my fingers on the thorns of the beast 
You undress me and kiss me as I hide in your sleep 
Let petals of roses descend where I fall 
As we dream of forever and the end of it all 

(We are victims of fate in our second of life) 
(Desperation is loyal as we doubt and confide) 
(When life has renounced and faith has decayed) 
(All the dreams that we dream will descend with today) 

We are victims of worship in our trial of faith 
Praise the mother of fiend-ship praise the father of hate 
When the flowers have wilted with the last breath of prey 
We imagine salvation and we murder today 

Dedication and dreams are predestined to die 
Falling gently to dust growing old and disguised 
The words of my father still ring in my ears 
Let the words of my murder be the last words you hear