I could have danced with the demons of the underworld shovelling coal, I could have counselled with the priests using spilt tounge words making heads roll.
Either way I won't win, So where do I begin?
I learned to swim by the shores of the black flood, Splashing in fear, I traded in twice my share of this martyr blood, To bring me here.
Thundering! I seek forgiveness from the dead, for what's not even a sin, Thundering! I'm praying for resurrection although there's no such thing.
The anvil fears no blow, no yell, As swept of the face of the earth, Distant fields may seem green, But still better than ten more years at the gates, (From dusk till doom).
We're all taking turns at the wheel, spinning fortune round, No amendments for all of my deeds until our doom is announced.
When judgement falls I cave in, Meanwhile I'm thundering.
Thundering! I seek forgiveness from the dead, for what's not even a sin, Thundering! I'm praying for resurrection although there's no such thing.
When judgement falls I cave in, Meanwhile I'm thundering, Although there's no such thing.