Miseria

Put me upon the old saltire
And send me down the river of fire
For I am lost, I've been lost my whole life
I live upon the sharp edge of a knife

The black, lonely night calls me home
And turns my warm flesh to cold, hard stone
I was once dead and I'll be dead again
I just wish that I had made a friend

Oh
Miseria
Miseria
Miseria

And red blood still runs down the walls
In the transept of the cathedral
I am a feather on the breath of God
In poematis, idem quod

Oh
Miseria
Miseria
Miseria
Miseria
Miseria
Miseria
Miseria