| Woman |
|---|
| Even trough death, your army marches on |
| Still after years, your dagger is bleeding me dry |
| I’ve cut your throat more than a million times |
| Night after night, over and over again |
| I have buried you a thousand times |
| And all across the continents I’ve said your name |
| Who would’ve known forever would be such a long time |
| I curse the fact that I still love to see your smile |
| Reborn in all your glory you stand before me |
| Crippled and broken my hallelujah spills out at your feet |
| Triumph — woman is your name |
