Day of the Lords

This is the room, the start of it all

No portraits so fine, only sheets on the wall

I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsports in vain

And the body is obtained, the body is obtained

Where will it end?

Where will it end?

Where will it end?

Where will it end?

These are your friends from childhood for you

Who goaded you on, demanded full proof

Withdraw maiden's heart and do you right in

So distorted and thin, distorted and thin

Where will it end?

Where will it end?

Where will it end?

Where will it end?

This is the car, at the edge of the road

There's nothing disturbed, all the windows are closed

I guess you were right when we talked in the heat

There's no room for the weak, no room for the weak

Where will it end?

Where will it end?

Where will it end?

Where will it end?

This is the room, the start of it all

dreamt I fled from you, I remember it all

Oh, I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport in vain

And the body's obtained, the body's obtained, the body's obtained

Where will it end?

Where will it end?

Where will it end?

Where will it end?