Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked.

Her boyfriend watched the snow fall

The darkness stunted growth

The death and stench of dead

Fell on his clean washed hands

Ooh babe what did you breathe out of turn for?

You will have to bathe with the dead now.

All hail the pain for a greater day

A day which brings about death anyway

And when the days of pain are through

The fate of the future lands clearly on you.

When they marched away from yielding light

No logical ending was in sight.

The death, the pain was it all in vain?

Was the death of sanity worth all this fight,

When more dead pile up and give in to this might

Of a crumbling destructive endless cold night?

Ooh babe what did you breathe out of turn for?

Go march into your cold shallow grave now.

All hail the pain for a greater day,

A day which brings about death anyway

And when the days of late determine your fate,

Don’t pray to the Lord you betrayed.