| Murder by Death - The Day | |
| The trees gave up their up their roots | |
| And the lepers left their caves | |
| All the rattlesnakes came down from the mountain | |
| And the kings all became slaves | |
| On the day | |
| That my lord came | |
| The fire split the beams | |
| The wall's coming down | |
| The day my lord came | |
| The tears filled up my eyes | |
| The curtain has been drawn | |
| To lay to waste this land, to me | |
| It's like the beauty of the breakin' of the dawn | |
| And as a black hand swept across the earth | |
| I knew | |
| That that day came | |
| When the fish float on the water | |
| With their bellies up | |
| I'll know, I'll know | |
| The trees gave up their up their roots from the earth | |
| The coyotes left their dens | |
| The horses left to their stables | |
| And they bowed down to the ground | |
| Every creature that was able | |
| A blanket of moss will cover the earth | |
| And I'll know | |
| That the day came | |
| It's the shifting of the guard | |
| Time to start anew | |
| The old gods have all failed | |
| And their successors too | |
| My king, my king | |
| Will wipe the slate clean | |
| Houses become tombs | |
| Will take the fruit of every single womb | |
| And make it his own | |
| My king, he is displeased | |
| To be forgotten and alone | |
| And the ones who came before | |
| Well the valley is filled | |
| With their bones | |
| I am the storm brewing up from the east | |
| From the west | |
| From every direction at once |