Come, take my hand

Let us walk for a while

Your burden of pain

Replaced with a smile For the peddlers of death

Always come calling one more time

Bearing promises For the peddlers of death

Always come calling one more time

Bearing promises So called friends

Are running loose

Draining you whole

'Til you're of no use Letting go of things you need most

Early wish

Early grave

Early ghost For the peddlers of death

Always come calling one more time

Bearing promises For the peddlers of death

Always come calling one more time

Bearing promises Come, take my hand

Let us walk for a while

Never so far, only so close

As you melt in your false cradle below For the peddlers of death

Always come calling one more time

Bearing promises For the peddlers of death

Always come calling one more time

Bearing promises