Peter stood upon the mountain Surrounded by the infidels As his gaze surveyed the landscape Crosshairs dancing in his eyes Peter's cry from the tower did not sound so merciful As he goes down Peter hears the voice again Drowning out the icy sky In his head is the answer Loads his rifle with a sigh Peter's cry from the tower shatters on the street below And he goes down He goes down among them all Peter feels the great release now He does not cry Letting go And he goes down And we all pretended Thought he never intended to take upon himself an action And carry it out Now we lie in what he knows And we never expected He'd mind being rejected He took upon himself an action and carried it out Now we die for what he knows