The rebellious sons were torn from the tears of the gods Dealing in the dust before the of the serpent and mouse The captain was turned to stone and his voice was heard no more He's still on his knees outside the witch's house Treachery He'd come to kill the witch's clan but stumbled and was Marked by his captors, he died loyal to his gods Refusing to confess, he recited Genesis 4:15 An Asia Minor poet who was loyal to the sons His gods had been exiled, he vowed to avenge the disgrace He'd come to the queen who'd betrayed them And as he drew his dagger he cried out, "How does gold taste?" Fate decides the life spent By measuring out thread and then cutting it The gate to hell was left open And there's little concern in shutting it the two wore jewelry, the whore queen dressed in jade She's born seventh be forgiven She betrayed the sons in the Sicilian Vespers War Yet her bones were buried with pageant by the old river prison The queen was slain while drinking a cup of her savior's blood They laid her out to be viewed dressed only in white lilies Covered in ivory, she was as false as Constantine's Donation Destiny cannot be bribed, as proven by the death of Achilles Fate decides the life spent By measuring out thread and then cutting it The gate to hell was left open And there's little concern in shutting it Fate decides the life spent By measuring out thread and then cutting it The gate to hell was left open And there's little concern in shutting it Uh, mmh, oh