O the sky grey orange. An the walls stained blue. An I laid right down on the golden satin with you. Into sween dark circles of beautiful eyes. I go round.
i'm a rompin' dead boy on a long road. what opened up my eyes to this. i'm just trying to keep 'em closed. hey feller what ya got in that sac. is it somethin' fer me?.
The strong man he will kneel down. Whilst angels strip him of cloak and crown. Through bitter lips come vile breath. He is the last one to confess. There will be no pity for him.