We'll sing you,
An olden tale.
Of the deep blue ocean,
And flying whales.
The whales had nothing to hide,
But the ocean was stirring inside.
It made the whales go all wrong,
They became monsters of their own song.
The monsters went to war with men,
And there they were until the end.

Ashes and bones,
Swords and thrones.
This is what sin does to us.
It beats,
It eats,
It tears us all apart.
Pumping bad blood in my heart.

But if we are here,
And they were there then,
I've just told you the tale,
The tale of monsters and men.