I have seen the world
You believe in
Black ships with rats
Dead caesars and sons
Hear the children sing
They cry murder
What is done is done
And there is more to come
Poor little sister
I hope you understand
The babe in the woods
Will be taken by a wolf
The second coming
Means nothing to me
I have tasted death
Every body and thing
I long for my own
For the curtain to fall
To wipe the blood
Off the face of the earth