I remember just last night   We drunk and we fucked whores   And I remember some prayed to their gods   For they knew that tomorrow we marched into Hell   “Death you have followed me, followed me all these years   Kept the noose about my neck and prayed upon my fears”   Then came the flames      A man of the cloth came to pray for me   Telling me tales of salvation   To curse my death with morality   And tell his lies of redemption   But our spirit dies in mothers tears   And in our brothers heart   And maybe women will tell tales of our lust   As we fall into blood and dust   Who’ll stand at the edge of my grave   Who’ll weather the storm   Who’ll stand at the edge of my grave   Who’ll weather this storm      I stand alone   I stand alone   Death is a curse that has followed me   Death is a curse that has followed me…      The tyranny of the inevitable   Stands upon us like the cross on our graves   A curse of the living on death   Not something to fear but transgress   For whom the bell tolls indeed   The bells toll for me   Then came the flames      Now I’ve come to see it’s not real   In a world where beliefs are diseased   Now I see clearly the sky above   And I can’t see your God and your alone   For whom the bells toll indeed   The bells toll for me      For whom the bells toll indeed   The bells toll for me