Rolling Stone

I have seen the world you believe in

Black ships with rats, dead Caesars and sons

Hear the children sing, they cry murder

What is done is done and there is more to come

Poor little sister

I hope you understand

The babe in the woods

Will be taken by a wolf

The second coming means nothing to me

I have tasted death, every body and thing

I long for my own, for the curtain to fall

To wipe the blood off the face of the earth

Poor little sister

I hope you understand

The babe in the woods

Will be taken by a wolf