Ulrich Firelord: Breaker of Mountains

In three months and a day
 your homes will plague you
 Your paychecks will haunt you
 And your love life will own you
 This is it
 We'll expect the cost (we'll expect the cost)
 . .
 Spring does not exist, neither does Jesus
 To whom inquires first
 While you sit their praying hard to a god that doesn't exist
 As your head follows down
 It's in your mouth
 Forty years, into nights
 Child this will end your life
 Forty years, of your life
 . .
 A bad taste
 A terrible sense of smell
 Fool yourself
 For the books your children bleed for
 . .
 Were going to throw the burning bodies
 Down the wishing well.
 . .
 During a raping
 You can't get back your pennies
 During a raping you can't hold yourself on trial
 . .
 All we are, are fitter men
 Cast us as violent
 All we know can't hold us back
 Beautiful children with wreck less hands
 Will doubt them