Not the one
  Souls are gonna burn
  You're the one
  Coming down the dead
  Thru the darkness
  Skies are gonna shout
  Pray for lies
  But who's the one to go
  Streams of blood
  Flow into the streets
  Feeds the need
  Of the decayed rotting means
  Fires breeds upon
  The weary young
  Evil tales
  Sold his only son
  Life no longer
  Fills the need
  Dead silence
  In which to feed
  Fires breeds upon
  The weary young
  Evil tales
  Sold his only son
  Life no longer
  Feeds the need
  Feeds the need
  Of the decayed rotting means