There's a flame that leads our souls astray. No one's safe from its tender touch of pain. And every day it's looking for new slaves. To celebrate the beauty of the grave. We are like the living dead. Sacrificing all we have. For a frozen heart and a soul on fire. We are like the living dead. Craving for deliverance. With a frozen heart and a soul on fire. And again we're falling for disgrace. And hate will shelter us from the rain. We are enslaved by the sacred heart of shame. And gently raped by the light of day. We are like the living dead. Sacrificing all we have. For a frozen heart and a soul on fire. We are like the living dead. Craving for deliverance. With a frozen heart and a soul on fire. Addicted to our divine despair. The venom of the cross we bear. The guilt will follow us to death. We are like the living dead. Sacrificing all we have. For a frozen heart and a soul on fire. We are like the living dead. Craving for deliverance. With a frozen heart and a soul on fire. With a soul on fire. Soul on. Soul on. Fire. Soul on fire