when lonesome stood over me a future shadow he boasted and sang to me farewell so long ill awake you from this living sleep well 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 here 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 the stained glass up the hangmans ass we served you well now were coming back  atop the weight of conscious ghosts well jump the gates and live to rise we will rise 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 the dead live5