A Eulogy for the Damned Songtext

von Orange Goblin

Beggars, thieves, and lifes downtrodden
Come to me as the king of the damned.
They hang their actions on my blackened outlook.
They take their lives by the slight of my hand.
They bought a ticket to the gates of heaven,
But all the saints see them coming, and they run.

No chance for reason!
No hope at all!
No slight return to grace, but a long, long way to fall!
A sorry sign of weakness!
A silly game to play!
A sad song of what becomes of the souls on judgement day!

Dead eyes to find you!
No tales to tell!
Been lost so long I learn to hunt by sense of smell!
Old hands are broken!
Old veins are torn!
'Cause we're all dying from the day that we are born!

We're trying – we're torn!
We're dying from the day that we're born!
We're trying – we're torn!
We're dying from the day that we're born!

Can't save the sick man!
Can't raise the dead!
Can't make a deal with something that's only in your head!
My spirit's broken!
My soul is torn!
'Cause we're all dying from the day that we are born!

We're trying – we're torn!
We're dying from the day that we're born!
We're trying – we're torn!
We're dying from the day that we're born!