Lay me down on a bed of coals,
soak my soul in crimson rain.
I've washed my hands in the blood of the fallen,
now it's your turn to do the same.

What goes around comes around,
as the preachers like to say.
Slay a man and lay him dead,
you're digging your own grave.

Take my sword and watch it burn,
it's my turn to be slain.
Mount my head upon your wall,
the time has come for me to pay.

A spinning wheel, a thread of yarn,
I've woven my tale through stone.
An hourglass, the falling sand,
watch for what will come.

What goes around comes around,
as you'll understand one day.
Make a spark and start a flame,
you'll burn your whole world down.