Dark is the morning
On this fateful day
Lord knows I tried to live
The way the good Lord say
But they cheated on me
With their book of lies
Now they're staring all the way through me
With their careless coward eyes
Now they leave me
With a choice of two
To lose their or do
What Lampiou do
What turns a good man
To the sword and gun?
When you steal his dignity
Leave him nowhere to run
I hear the Devil
I hear his voice
If I pull the trigger
Is it really out of choice?
You say yes because you can walk away
Without your clothes on such a cold bleak day
God say they only get to sit on high
Because their stairways are all built on fear and lies
So if you tell me there's no other way
Maybe I ask the Devil
Maybe listen what he say
In Lampiou's way there is no return
There's no way back
And all your bridges you must burn
The toughest of decisions
Between the trigger and the knife
Does the balance of God's own justice
Need the taking of a life
Now they leave me
With a choice of two
To lose my way or do
What Lampiou do
What Lampiou do
