Appointed by man to lust
But nailed to the pole and cursed
Appointed by man to the grave
To taste the venom and stench
Joyful death, as in the spring rain
Wraps the body of little god
Rusty knife in a man's hand
Is cutting the night, cool air is hiding
Appointed by man to the grave
To taste the venom and stench
Appointed by man that's gone
And now he's with pain alone