And if you would call me your sweetheart,
I’d maybe then sing you a song
But there’s shit that I’ve done with this fuck of a gun,
You would cry out your eyes all along.
We’re damned after all.
Through fortune and flame we fall.
And if you can stay then I’ll show you the way,
To return from the ashes you call.
We all carry on
When our brothers in arms are gone
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we die,
And return from the ashes you call.