[Verse 1]

I am not sure of a world outside this wine

But if there is one then I am a bastard of it

Feel the embers warm my bones

In the wasteland that is west

[Verse 2]

The mountain man is a scary beacon

Decide what kind of martyrs we should grow

From the cedar table stands disgust

Of a chopped up sewer man

Impale them all and live like kings