Satan’s scorn leaves love adorn br A love that’s lost is left battered and torn br Leaving you bare in a condition forlorn br Starting to wish you’d never been born br Cause the limb you once had has now been shorn br To persevere onward there must sound a great horn br A call to action and a pact to be sworn br A tattooed symbol on the soul then is worn br Proof and testament to a spirit lovelornbr br Sean Furlongbr br