I cut open my throat to prepare the warfare My scars will not stop bleeding, for times I should live, tear my flesh! My words are inexplicit My tongue is severed. And will never heal again!
Blood for blood - retributive work
Shattered shall be the path Where angels should confess I love the universal blood on their severed wings
An angel is begging on fractured knees Determined - I don't care - I blow away The lovely face with a gun. In my azure I will force the heretical leech, to desecrate as I did
Blood for blood - retributive work
I slice for you my son At the place where you have died And bleed your blood, that you have left behind
The pain struggles right - forward! Who rules the perfect dark? The ridiculous past. The trailed man has to kill You and me, but I will die - skewered and teared