You bleed till your blood turns black. Face down on the kitchen floor. Forever your life in hell. You'll see my fate at your hands. You take me to the
has been left behind. Desire the words from he who speaks greater than all with dark crestfallen vows. Words from the wise; the death of the right. The blood
[Instrumental]
theory, a scripture you come to me for everything your blood thickens from your suicide I see your shadow everywhere I can see your eyes, so dark, start crying your blood
defeat. To seize the day upon the land he once reigned; now buried within. Now he lies there breathless and withering from no memories. His spirit dies but his blood