Alba s touto skladbou:
Militia of the Lost,
The room was hot from our bodies' steam
And we lay on our backs
As I caressed her sweat slicked skin
I looked at her and she looked at me
Before she turned away as if in thought
Like somehow she needed more
Then she raised her head
From her pillow
Black from those mascara tears
She'd shed the night before to get in bed
The room was hot from our bodies' steam
And we lay on our backs
As I caressed her sweat slicked skin
She twists around locks her mouth on mine
Before She looks away and whispers soft
Darlin' you fought and lost
So now I try peppermint rock and lollypops
Cos all the vanilla spice the world has got
Can't make feeling this worthless any easier
And how we love and adore to suffer, suffer
So I'm gonna build a device to shake the world
Then she raised her head
From her pillow
Black from those mascara tears
She'd shed the night before to get in bed
So come, come cardinal
You know where I'm waiting
I'm game if you're playing
We can settle all our dues with rusty knives
Play out this twisted tail with guts and fire
When all of this is done
I'll stuff your bloody corpse
And fuck it like the ones
You terrorised before
And everyone will say
The antichrist has had his day
