Lyrics:

I hear a different drumMaybe you will think twice before you fall asleepThis image reminds me of a whore's attempt to get cleanA beggar's eyes when gold is in sightHonour in the eyes of a thief, truth in a liar's speechAs real as a dreamAs real as painted puppets on a painted sceneI see the great pitThe beast and the eyeHardly ever listen to what you sayAny colour's fine as long as it is blackI'll die alone, afraid and hatedI'll lie unwanted, unburied and godlessThese words remind me that I have to die
Morgul Truth, Liars And Dead Flesh