Lirieke: Mother Of Mercy. IV: Symptoms Of Existence. Swinging The Chain.

Savor the blood as it spills from my mouth
No pity for me
?Cause I did this myself
Torch the funeral pyre
Where I already lie
Make sure to tell the priest I didn?t want a goodbye
Swinging the chain
Pull the chord, let the blade fall
No time for regret
I?m through with it all
Hammer in my nails and send me out to sea
Let the ones down below
Have what?s left of me
Swinging the chain
Burn in my throat
Won?t ever subside
Feel the pain
Swing the chain
Swinging the chain
That?s wrapped round my neck
Time stands still
When you?re choking to death
Life brings pain
Only so much each day
Accelerate your demise
Swinging the chain