Blame my cloven hooves
If I sink what does it prove
Ill always will be your prey
Blame my crooked cross
Say Im your bitter loss
The winds of hell are blowing your way
 
Carry your cross and Ill carry mine
Dig your own hole and youll be fine
Build your own tower until heavens devour
Your very last hour
 
Blame it on Hells fire
And on my desires
The skies are crying blood
Give me all your lies
And blame the lord of flies
The face of evil is the face of God
 
Carry your cross and Ill carry mine
Dig your own hole and youll be fine
Build your own tower until heavens devour
Your very last hour
Carry your cross and Ill carry mine
Dig your own hole and youll be fine
Build your own tower until heavens devour
Your very last hour