You were born on a lonely day,
You came to the world with a shout,
You were born without rights or a say,
And that day smelled like rot,

Yes, it was on that day, years ago,
When your parents made a mistake,
They should never have sunken so low,
They should have drowned you somewhere and forget

It is wierd how the world keeps turning,
And the sky keeps changing its color and name,
Come to the place where you'll find no sorrow,
Come to grounds of the shame

Creeping up your back,
Can you feel fate crawls at you?
From your head to the cement right beneath you,
Can you hear me calling you to -

Join the party with the demons and the bones,
Ride the night onto its bend,
Let's find some heavy big stones,
We could throw them back to the moon's sharp end

Quietly they sneak under the floor,
Shadows moving on the ceiling,
Can't you run now to the door?
Can't you find your way back, or -

It is the party with the demons and the bones,
Ride the night onto its bend,
Let's find some heavy big stones,
We could throw them back to the moon's sharp end