blame my cloven hooves if i sink what does it prove i ll always will be your prey blame my crooked cross say i m your bitter loss the winds of hell are blowing your way carry your cross and i ll carry mine dig your own hole and you ll be fine build your own tower until heavens devour your very last hour blame it on hell s fire and on my desires the skies are crying blood give me all your lies and blame the lord of flies the face of evil is the face of god carry your cross and i ll carry mine dig your own hole and you ll be fine build your own tower until heavens devour your very last hour  carry your cross and i ll carry mine dig your own hole and you ll be fine build your own tower until heavens devour your very last hour 