It happens just when you're dyin' That's death at your door And it's just when you're cryin out for more That she stands and relinquishes fire As masters of nature we've failed you As destroyers of lands we've prevailed you As bastards we feed As shepherds we've blackened our names She can tell just when you're lyin' The sweat beads off your brow And its just in your final of hours That the birds have come thirsting for you We could tell by the look in her eyes She is pale, she is cold but alive As she crawls back to where she will die Hey friend are you sure can want to hear this? It's so full of the things you despise No, I want to know how she died Well the rest of the story is blurry The meat was starting to cool And the thrill of the kill it was new So we cut and we ripped in a hurry The smell of her blood on our lips We left what we'd done in those woods As God stands by to bear witness You can see in the pale moon light This is our grand rite As God fails to pass judgment You can see as she puts up a fight This is our grand rite