And I shall turn your eyes into tears   When all that's left   Are the hollows of devotion   And, out of vision   We shall bring   The void   Crowned with hoods   And crying with hope   Eagle on arm   And terror in eye   Resist and struggle   Your faith is a lie   And, the death of dreams   Shall be a beautiful end   With flowers of filth   And wine and fine men   Certains slips of the tongue   Are laced with disappointment   With disappointment   From start to end   Confront me with your dream   And lives so cruel I curse   And, I shall turn your eyes   Into tears   When all that's left   Are the hollows of devotion   And, out of vision   We shall bring   The void   Crowned with hoods   And crying with hope   And, the death of dreams   Shall be a beautiful end   With flowers of filth   And wine and fine men