Rows of bodies dressed in black   The sound of death and colored glass   We cry, she’s passed   We admit in consequence   Someone else or something is to blame for this      But know your death awaits you   So face the night alone and say hello until that day   Tears are so in vain   When we say we’re not afraid of anything   Until that day      And it’s easier to think   That she’s left us for a better place than this   We’re all scared and buried souls   We are killers hiding in the cold   In the cold