Grew, the tears, i wondered.
Thru the time my hands where tied.
This the beginning of the end to come.
It?s just a matter of consumption.
Prescriptive no matter what, inherit the living at last.
It?s time to break the skill, force my way thru it all.
Blood ritual x 3
In my veil my legion gathers.
Vindicate all living things.
Abducted for the cause of man.
Strength, no strength will hold me, will hold me, will hold me.
Like a razor from the sky, like a saviour of unkind.
Blood ritual, prescriptive no matter what.
Blood ritual, inherit the living at last.