Lyrics

The moment of truth Of which no such words should pass those lips Sleeping sound in the den of faithless whores I realized my fate was settled at the foot of those doors Our dukes were in deals were made Cut from the cloth and stung by the blade you were holding Their hands were bloody their faces were torn There were too many bells ringing in my ears Don't worry 'cause you won't feel a thing Don't worry 'cause you've go no feeling The wind came through 'til the trees were bare Still we held on 'til there was nothing left to cling to Don't worry 'cause you won't feel a thing Don't worry 'cause you've go no feeling You won't feel a thing You won't feel a thing