Oh, Milady, I hope you know what I see, From this side of the sea, Quoi, quoi, quoi, disent les corbeaux, J’ai montré à vos petits, Des images du désert, Drapeau bas, Quoi, quoi, quoi, Sombre et cruelle est devenue mon âme, Mais la blessure était

We must look past Control is dead in this blind world For we do what we hate Split from inside Betrayed by emotion What is in front of us Shadows are security They have become the solace Of my looking glass heart In search for certainty

The dead have come to claim a debt from thee I come old friend from Hell tonight Across the rotting sea Nor the nails of the cross Nor the blood of Christ Can bring you help this eve They stand outside your door Four score and three Did you keep a watch