woe, is me
just like wonders
melancholy to never cease
it's voice ever thunders

the evil has spread
like a disease
it keeps us tied to our beds
we'll never feel at ease

i can feel it's chains
like cherry wine
the white sheets it stains
innocence no longer mine

evil to overpaint
a white clover
with red, no more saint
to take over

i cry
and i cry
blind turns mind's eye

you cry
why do you cry
we're all gonna die