How I regret what I must do but you´ve left me no choice. Though I still strain I can´t recall the beauty of your fey voice.
Now that I´ve heard come through the walls a song I´ve heard many times I must return all you gave me in the company of swine.
We had found sacred ground you burnt down.

I thought you sang so tastefully but now I see I was wrong.
Your serenade turns to filth when I leave so, please, cut the love song.

How I regret what I must do but you must be replaced for I cannot go on suffering such simple and common tastes.
When you met my eyes you sang to me of passion, pain and will.
When I blinked you turned away to kiss the hand of filth.
You had found sacred ground I´ll burn down

Tell me who will hear your voice, your song, when the smoke has cleared and the lights are gone? Tell me, who appears when I´m gone.