Cold as a valley
Where I lay my head
Cold as a woman
In another man´s bed
Down in the forest

With the devil in me
I´ll remember the looks on their faces
Through the sycamore trees

Ain´t no chariots of fire
Come to take me home
I´m lost in the woods
And I wander alone

Hellfire, hellfire
Take my soul
I´m waiting, waiting
I´m ready to go
Mothers, children
Lock your doors
I´m waiting
I´m ready to go

Run in an alleyway
Through a dead end street
Murdering promises
That I just can´t keep
We could sing pretty melodies
On the unmade bed
Slow-dancing to a silhouette
Cause I ain´t dead yet

Ain´t no chariots of fire
Come to take me home
I´m lost in the woods
And I wander alone

Hellfire, hellfire
Take my soul
I´m waiting, waiting
I´m ready to go

Mothers, children
Lock your doors
I´m waiting
I´m ready to go

Hellfire, hellfire
Take my soul
I´m waiting, waiting
I´m ready to go
Mothers, children
Lock your doors
I´m waiting
I´m ready to go