What lies beneath the service
It dwells within your heart
Sensations carved in stone
Are matters now postponed
I'm not your saint, nor your sinner
To late I awake There's nothing left for me
Awaiting the dreadful dead
The scoundals and the hounds
Your world is coming down
I'm not your saint, nor your sinner
One more step and you're in hell
It's not the last goodbye
In the kingdom of the dead
I'm not your saint, nor your sinner
With two outstretched fingers