Come with us
As we wake the dead...

I was born from the seed of god
And the hell in her womb...

I sit in pain and worry
I wait for the blood and gore...

Why does it have to be this way?
I think I'm going blind...

Beyond the caverns
of silent depression...

As the clouds pull back
Revealing blood red skies...

Digging dirt, and rotten fingers
The smell of blood comes and lingers...

Lick the wounds
of an open gash...