I remember just last night 
We drunk and we ****** whores 
And I remember some prayed to their gods 
For they knew that tomorrow we marched into 
Hell “Death you have followed me, followed me all these years 
Kept the noose about my neck and prayed upon my fears” 
Then came the flames 
A man of the cloth came to pray for me 
Telling me tales of salvation 
To curse my death with morality 
And tell his lies of redemption 
But our spirit dies in mothers tears 
And in our brothers heart 
And maybe women will tell tales of our lust 
As we fall into blood and dust 
Who’ll stand at the edge of my grave 
Who’ll weather the storm 
Who’ll stand at the edge of my grave 
Who’ll weather this storm 
I stand alone 
I stand alone 
Death is a curse that has followed me 
Death is a curse that has followed me… 
The tyranny of the inevitable 
Stands upon us like the cross on our graves 
A curse of the living on death 
Not something to fear but transgress 
For whom the bell tolls indeed 
The bells toll for me 
Then came the flames 
Now I’ve come to see it’s not real 
In a world where beliefs are diseased 
Now I see clearly the sky above 
And I can’t see your 
God and your alone 
For whom the bells toll indeed 
The bells toll for me 
For whom the bells toll indeed 
The bells toll for me