The Final of Chapters

Shallow everything and be part of the horde

Hide behind you lamb's-blood

Painted doors let me be the wolf in the sheep

Flock of thine hide everything inside and be part

Of the lie - so divine

Who Will it be who set the stege?

Who are sponsors to our rage?

We're but underpaid actors

In this final of chapters

Racing, downhill, faster

Ahead of the pack in a suicide rage

Bunrin'up the tracks in a merciless attack