Rows of bodies dressed in black
The sound of death and colored glass
We cr-y, (she's p-assed)
We admit in consequence
Someone else or something is to
bl-ame, (for th-is), for th-is

~Chorus~
But know your death aw-aits
(So face the night alone and say hello) until that d-ay
And tears are so in v-ain
(When we say we're not afraid of anything) until that d-ay

And it's easier to think, that she's left us for a b-etter pl-ace, (than th-is)
We're all scared and buried souls
We are killers hiding in the c-old
I-n the c-old (in the c-old)

~Chorus~

(Chants)
~Chorus~
(Until that d-ay)
~Chorus~
(Until that d-ay)

(Chants)