When lonesome came over me

A future shadow

Her ghost stood there, sang to me

Farewell, so long.

I'll awake you

From this living sleep

We'll walk the shore

Where you were born

And bedded me.

Although I cheat for the things

March forward, my son

A battle beyond frozen hills

Only for doubters.

We will rise from the killing floor

Like a matador.

The stained glass

A bovine ass

Can see right through

Every truth-soaked lie.

Letters will trace every step

Out of this world

With every date, every date.

We will be where you will be no more

No more.

The stained glass

Or the hangman's ass

Would serve you well

Now we're coming back.

Out of the words

Of these ghosts

We'll jump the gates

And left to rise, we will rise.

We will rise from the killing floor

Like a matador.

And the dead live

May the dead live

And the dead live

What more can we give?

May the dead live

May the dead live

And the dead live

The dead live...