(The stagnant pool Like a drowned coffin Still as a deceased heart Haunting the ghost of the noble crusader Who recalls pellucid ice clutching the aching twigs Never melting Never a drop to disturb stagnation Oh they say I'll never win You'll always get beat And like a drop of blood from the Devil's tap I'm dragging the crusader behind Slips purposely down the black hole back to hell Steps purposely down the black hole back to hell [Repeat])