Bleed

by Nameless Useless   Feb 26, 2007


Bleed

Come now all ye sinners and bleed for your gods.
Bleed for the sinners of the wasted lands.
Bleed for the warriors with gleaming spears,
Die for the bloodless lips of the fools.

Die your hearts screaming death all over the sick twisted mindless page of your souls,
Hold up the torch for the next fool to put out, for their sick nightmare's fury.
Bleed for the ones who are lost.
Bleed for the souls who have no home.
Bleed for them without cost.

Come all ye faithful to the testing of the gods,
Watch the struggles as their faith tears them apart.
See the blood flow from the veins of the dogs.
Let their armor rust in pieces of Hell's fury.

Die your hearts screaming death all over the sick twisted mindless page of your souls,
Hold up the torch for the next fool to put out, for their sick nightmare's fury.
Bleed for the ones who are lost.
Bleed for the souls who have no home.
Bleed for them without cost.

(solo)

Come all ye dead and watch the living fall
Bleed in step of the cursed skeletal dance.
Watch the timeless quickening of nothingness
It's your only reward.

Die your hearts screaming death all over the sick twisted mindless page of your souls,
Hold up the torch for the next fool to put out, for their sick nightmare's fury.
Bleed for the ones who are lost.
Bleed for the souls who have no home.
Bleed for them without cost.

Die your hearts screaming death all over the sick twisted mindless page of your souls,
Hold up the torch for the next fool to put out, for their sick nightmare's fury.
Bleed for the ones who are lost.
Bleed for the souls who have no home.
Bleed for them without cost.

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