When lonesome stood over me
A future shadow
Her ghost stood there, sang to me
Farewell, so long
Ill awake you
From this living sleep
Well walk the shore
Where you were born
In bed with me
Pull the white sheet off your face
March forward, my son
A battle beyond frozen years
Only for dog's ears
We will rise from the killing floor
Like a matador
A stained glass
of bovine eyes
Can see right through
Every `dreams-don't-lie'
Letters will trace every step
Out of this world
With every ditch, every ditch
We will be when you will be no more, no more
Be no more
The Stained glass
Of the hangmans ass
Would've served you well
Now were coming back
Out of the weight
Of these ghosts
Well jump the gates
And live to rise, we will rise
We will rise from the killing floor
Like a matador
Let the dead live
May the dead live
And the dead live
What more can we give?
Let the dead live
May the dead live
And the dead live
Dead live.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
