Peter stood upon the mountain

Surrounded by the infidels

As his gaze surveyed the landscape

Crosshairs dancing in his eyes

Peter's cry from the tower did not sound so merciful

As he goes down

Peter hears the voice again

Drowning out the icy sky

In his head is the answer

Loads his rifle with a sigh

Peter's cry from the tower shatters on the street below

And he goes down

He goes down among them all

Peter feels the great release now

He does not cry

Letting go

And he goes down

And we all pretended

Thought he never intended to take upon himself an action

And carry it out

Now we lie in what he knows

And we never expected

He'd mind being rejected

He took upon himself an action and carried it out

Now we die for what he knows