Kill me, kill me, kill me again
with the knife that twists my life away
Hear me, hear me, hear me once more
As I read the lines of fabled lore
Leave me here on the broken floor
As you resurrect your battered soul
Are we afflicted?
No... we are blind...
...of open wounds and bleeding hearts
The journey begins as we drift apart...
The time has come - we die again
What we possess will be our decline
It hides with me as I toss the key
How great thou art!
How great thou art!