Shoot your gun hold the front line
Tonight in hell we dine...

I wield the sword
For my king and country...

We are the people of the sun
We fought against the white mans gun...

A question asked by the groom
Ruined by a unending doom...

Watch the clock
tick and tock...

As I sit with her on a bench in the park
I look into her eyes and I feel a spark...

Accuse the lone women and burn her at the stake
To convict her you will do whatever it takes...

What is true life
what is true death...

From the wounds of the hollow
Bleeds the blood of sorrow...