That night, they could have sworn they saw Pale skin under a killing moon A castle drenched in blood Foretelling of lives lost, of innocence lost Upon the breast of steel, justice was handed down As bread to the pilgrims of faith Security found, but her scent still lingers The stench of evil is all they needed Deeds of flesh and beauty found Deeds of flesh and beauty lost My blood brought you no beauty God is not here today A castle drenched in blood Foretelling of lives lost, of innocence lost Upon the breast of steel, justice was handed down As bread to the pilgrims of faith Deeds of flesh, beauty found Deeds of flesh, beauty lost Deeds of flesh and beauty found And deeds of flesh and beauty lost MORGAN FREEMAN KILLED MY WIFE MORGAN FREEMAN ATE MY SON