All the hearts turned to stone
All the backdoor deals in the shadows
Won't save your wretched face
Or this sinking ship
Now the table's left bare
For the ignorant faithful
They continue to gnaw
On the carcass of hate
Forlorn
Under a tattered flag
No glory
Those days are dead
The old crones decreed
"A hecatomb!" for the rich and the wealthy
You bastards made your choice
You made your choice
Forlorn
Under a tattered flag
No glory
Those days are f*cking dead
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You bastards
You made your choice