Lyrics:

I see swastikas, hammers with sickles
Fields of wild flowers, assassins and cripples
I will stab you with all my empty hours
And lay for you wreaths of dead flowers
I will stab you with a flag and a cause
Now a veil for whores
I will stab you with ideals long spent
And a conscience that's bent
I will drown you in the lakes of my tears
Some as shallow as hope, some as deep as my fears
I will bury you in Failure's fields
Where I sprang from and where I belong
On my horizon I see a shimmering light
As sure as the night
I walk on black sands towards a sea of ice
My fate is inscribed on the blade of a knife
Of a knife
On the blade of a knife