These good hearts
Are falling fast
With these black marks
Too far inscribed
A vicissitude
Scores your palm
A soul bequeathed
To martyrdom
Chevalier
To witch i'm bound
Pulls me
I don't blame you
I don't blame you
For we are men
Who seek to undo themselves
For we are men
Who seek to undo themselves
Again
These tumults turn to frenzied fights
Inside this addled mind
Breeding gall and wormwood
To make me feel maligned
Thou shalt find judges
You will find acquaintances
Be quiet cursed wolf
for the sinners bark
(Uncontrollable...
inconsolable....
horses...)
Silver bullets
For sinners bark
Silver bullets
For sinners bark
(This is for madmen only)