I Am the voice who calls from the other side I wait right beside the bed of the dying bride I am the lord that will make it all go away Just take the last sip at the end of the ball The last drop As they dance around the fire on the rising sun I'm a witness of corruption of the mindless soul You have to get away Wreck down the place oh let it burn Everything must still be inside And at the very end you would have to turn face The death of a son that came to take The will of the beast that comes knocking upon the casting spell It cries the final words as they are letting go Helping us to carry on As I call you for the end at the rising sun And its rotting and corroding down your broken bones You've got to ride the snake You have to ride the snake