| The walls are closing in, the shadowchamber’s locked
|
| Start counting flies hen the death ship is docked
|
| Some new red is born, some old red is torn
|
| This robe of black soil waits to be worn
|
| Our dead end diaries all written and closed
|
| Nothing remains when death is morose
|
| Five drops of red, five men drop dead
|
| Five brothers bonded no more
|
| Five drops of red. |
| five men drop dead
|
| Five hearts on the floor
|
| Five tongues and a funeral
|
| Five times we’ve heard the call
|
| A doomdrugged call that bodes our fall
|
| Now go get some death and scream out loud
|
| With blood down the throat and all tongues ripped out
|
| Life won’t shed a tear wren all scissors smile
|
| Cause death will embrace me like a long lost child
|
| Five drops of red, five men drop dead
|
| Five brothers bonded no more
|
| Five drops of red five men drop dead
|
| Five hearts on the floor
|
| Five tongues and a funeral
|
| Five times we’ve heard it all
|
| Five lives, five-sins, five scars upon our skin
|
| These scabs will eat us alive
|
| Yeah they will eat us alive
|
| These scars will eat us alive
|
| And they will breed the night |