old friend they told me you were dead the news broadcast the
funeral 500 channels focus in, your love was ravished drawn
and quartered, the soil was swift to drink her blood. this
violence in the name of love!

but I still feel you, despite your tombstone, but I still feel
you, despite your tombstone, so friend you must still walk among
us, in places we don't dare to glance I saw you killing Aristotle
but I know its all part of the plan. old friend they told me you
were dead the news broadcast the funeral 500 channels focus in your
love was, ravished drawn and quartered, the soil was swift to drink
her blood. this violence in the name of love!
old friend they told me you were dead the news broadcast the funeral
500 channels focus in, your love was, ravished and quartered, the soil
swift to drink her blood.  this violence, this violence, this violence
in the name of love!

TO..AWAKE..AND,..AVENGE THE DEAD!
TO..AWAKE..AND,..AVENGE THE DEAD!