When hatreds been exhausted Hostilities will be ceased Fortunes can be stolen But we subdue the thief When what we've lost is balanced by the symmetry of grief By the symmetry of grief No more violence No more cold blooded murder No more theft as we practice moral sense Oh how peaceful this world could be Deep in the depths that lurks brutal behaviour Blood stains showing agonies suffered Broken noses, lacerated lips, swollen faces With Contusions below the eyes Marks from crowns of thorns With a river flowed with blood Decayed bodies laid to rest As maggots feast on soulless tissue Preparing to offer up a sacrificial lamb Or simply look away and not give a fuck Perhaps it's best to squeeze the odds Trust luck will turn the game And wager a bargain with the Devil well it all ends the same Wicked desires inside my heart Now bonded with his might I spring to life With a transformation of light