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 struggle

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 cruel 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