In the darkest lairs comes raging tears
when summer shines and winter snows.
The tales of blood and the splash of guts
to tell of our homely woes.
When death will stalk and hunger hugs
and gives a warmly moan.
Our history will tell of tales untold
and how our bowels groan.

It was a fortnight from the last dogfight
Where hope was up in the ring.
I broke its bones with heavier stones
than my strength could ever fling.
Without hope, I still couldn’t cope,
for my stomach was empty and cold
So I prayed to death to take my life
For this pains, could no longer hold

Now, death was deaf to my daunted clef,
For my music was silent and loose.
To live any longer was heavenly hell
So with the devil, I struck a truce.
one head to root for my daily bread
for this ritual drowns my soul,
my dreams will bleed and my past will sing
that I may never be made whole.

Cause In the darkest lairs comes raging tears
when summer shines and winter snows.
The tales of blood and the splash of guts
to tell of our homely woes.
When death will stalk and hunger hugs
and gives a warmly moan.
Our history will tell of tales untold
and how our bowels groan.