Of all the sins in all the world the worst of all is pride
But it’s the one oh my love we don’t see till we die
How swiftly do we wreak such harm on the ones we love
The scars and weals that we inflict we shoot the hearts of doves

It is not simply men who are cast out from the sky
But angels to have fallen inflicted by pride
For as we walk as blind men losing every love
Breaking hearts of angels shooting hearts of doves

You proudly swagger flying like a bird
With pride you will be shot down a maggot ridden turd
A rotting cadaver pride will eat your love
There is no greater cost than pride we shoot the hearts of doves