When your soul stood over me
A future shadow
He boasted and sang to me
Farewell, so long
I'll awake you from this living sleep
We'll walk the shore, where you were born
In bed with me
Pull the white sheet off your face
March forward my son
A battle beyond frozen years
Only for dogs ears
We will rise from the killing floor
Like
A matador
The stained glass
Of bovine eyes
Can see right through
Every tombstone lie
Let us retrace every step
Out of this world
And every ditch
Every ditch
We will be, when you will be
No more
No more
(Will be no more)
The stained glass up the hangman's ass
We served you well, now we're comin' back
Atop the white, crossless ghost we'll jump the gates, live to rise
We will rise
We will rise from the killing floor
Like
A matador
Let the dead live
May the dead live
And the dead live
What more can we give
Let the dead live
May the dead live
And the dead live
'Till they live

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Bill David Gould, Michael Patton