| Gently You are tying | |
| The strings | |
| Around my neck | |
| Around my arms | |
| Around my legs | |
| Like a flesh | |
| Marionet And you whisper | |
| In a sweet voice | |
| To give up | |
| My own will | |
| So my life | |
| Will be eternal | |
| And of grace | |
| As never seen | |
| And you want to drain me | |
| Because you bought yourself a man | |
| I'll be free within a single thought | |
| Because I'm clean of spirit and mind | |
| And I am deaf for a serpents speach | |
| That is always singing from a twisted mind | |
| I'll never ever have a second thought | |
| To slap you in the face with the glove that's black | |
| Because if you want to fight, follow me | |
| And I'll fight you to hell and back | |
| To hell and back | |
| Because it's easy to fight a mind that's black | |
| Twisted minds breed twisted offspring | |
| When lies become truth, the truth is black | |
| If I was the last, | |
| I would walk proudly | |
| And I would fight you to hell and back | |
| To hell and back |