I remember just last night We drunk and we fucked whores And I remember some prayed to their gods For they knew that tomorrow we marched into Hell "Death you have followed me, followed me all these years Kept the noose about my neck and prayed upon my fears" Then came the flames A man of the cloth came to pray for me Telling me tales of salvation To curse my death with morality And tell his lies of redemption But our spirit dies in mothers tears And in our brothers heart And maybe women will tell tales of our lust As we fall into blood and dust Who'll stand at the edge of my grave Who'll weather the storm Who'll stand at the edge of my grave Who'll weather this storm I stand alone I stand alone Death is a curse that has followed me Death is a curse that has followed me… The tyranny of the inevitable Stands upon us like the cross on our graves A curse of the living on death Not something to fear but transgress For whom the bell tolls indeed The bells toll for me Then came the flames Now I've come to see it's not real In a world where beliefs are diseased Now I see clearly the sky above And I can't see your God and your alone For whom the bells toll indeed The bells toll for me For whom the bells toll indeed The bells toll for me