The darkest days
They lie before us
The world, a monster coming back to eat her master
Remeber when
We bathes with candles
The grantie eyes of Horus danced about our naked mantles

This cross, which cross
Wich cross is the one?
This cross, which cross?
You'll hang the witches from?

A mother screams
A child answers
Her flesh is ripped apart and dashed upon the flagstones
A father cires
A soldier dances
Streets of fire, raped bodies piled among the ashes

Which son, which son
Which son is the one?
Is this sone the one
You waste your kingdom on?

The seven songs of spring
A dish to set before the king
The solemn secret sings
For those who died before their time
The fallen king is found
His mouth is gagged his hands are bound
The seven fiddlers play for those
Whe won't survive this day
A mother screams
A mother screams
A mother screams
A mother screams

Which son, which son
Which son is the one?
Which son, which son
Which son is the one?
Which son, which son
Which son is the one?
Which son, which son
Which son is the one?