Twist this wicked world
Wither, wonder, water under bridges
Wander heartless, dark, alone
Fallen majesty
Battered, bitter, bothered
Still, in chaos, better than you were before
The hills of skulls
The funerals
Bring you crown of thorns
The rugged cross
Gehenna calls
The first and only son of death is born
Black cacophony
Senseless, heedless, nameless in their numbers
Faces masked in agony
Twist this wicked world
Shudder, shattered, shadow hunched in hiding
Sheltered only by the flames
The hills of skulls
The funerals
Bring you crown of thorns
The rugged cross
Gehenna calls
The first and only son of death is born
Death is born, death is born