Texty: Tiamat. Prey. Carry Your Cross And I'll Carry Mine.

Blame my cloven hooves - If I sink what does it prove
I'll always will be your prey
Blame my crooked cross - Say I'm your bitter loss
The winds of hell are blowing your way

Dig your own hole and you'll be mine
Until heavens devour
Your very last hour>

Blame it on Hell's fire - And on my desires
The skies are crying blood
Give me all your lies - And blame the lord of flies
The face of evil is the face of GOD