Black Jig

A fools stone outside the gates
a place for the unholy
I'm coming back
I rest my bones among the strays
a place for the unholy
I'm coming back from the dead

One rose for every sin
A thousand roses in black
One rose for every kill
One more when Im coming back

They cut my fingers, so I couldn't play
They cut my tongue, and stole my voice
And for my sins, they hang me high
I curse them all, they're gonna die

One rose for every sin...