The reek of blood The pungent flesh Oh God how you try me (but) thy will be done (so) I can become
Guide my blade Culling thy flock Thy work is my burden (but) thy will be done (so) I can become
I gave them salvation Though in their dying eyes I see no comprehension God works in mysterious ways I must show devotion As I carve their sins away Each death gets me closer My glorious resurrection
The reek of blood The pungent flesh Oh God how you try me Thy will be done So I can become
Guide my blade Culling thy flock Thy work is my burden Thy will be done So I can become
Oh lord, your voice has withered Have I strayed from your path? Is Satan the architect of my redemption The entrails holds no answer