• Forward. Further.
    Morbid. Murder.
    Forward. Further.
    Morbid. Murder.
    Killing the killer.
    Building it bigger.

    You can hear a song in your grave.
    Louder. Louder.
    Tribute for a knave.
    Asking a question,
    You don't know.

    What is the pact with the man in black?
    What is the point of the knife in your back?
    What is the name of the love you lack?

    You don't know, You don't know, you don't know.

    And the demons sing
    ********
    World's a piece of s**t
    ********
    I ain't the cause of it
    ********
    ********

    There's no rest in the dark.
    Colder. Colder.
    They leave their deadly mark.
    Pulling you under,
    Welcome home.


    What is the pact with the man in black?
    What is the point of the knife in your back?
    What is the name of the love you lack?

    You don't know, You don't know, you don't know.

    And the demons sing
    ********
    World's a piece of s**t
    ********
    I ain't the cause of it
    ********
    ********


    What is the pact with the man in black?
    What is the point of the knife in your back?
    What is the name of the love you lack?

    I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.

    And the demons sing
    ********
    World's a piece of s**t
    ********
    I ain't the cause of it
    ********
    ********

    You can hear a song in your grave.
    Louder. Louder.
    Taking the love you gave.
    Drawing you closer,
    chill to the bone.

    Forward. Further.
    Morbid. Murder.
    End.