Whispers of blood Call across the night Under the cloak of thorns Sickness beyond time There is no cure For this bastard disease Drink from the storm Leaves you thirsting for more A hidden subtle taste That empties you of soul What good is the light? When in darkness can you see?
When you are doomed Doomed What hope can answers bring? Doomed What hope can answers bring?
Drink from the storm Leaves you thirsting for more A hidden subtle taste That empties you of soul What good is the light? When in darkness can you see? Whispers of blood Call across the night Under the cloak of thorns Sickness beyond time There is no cure For this bastard disease
When you are doomed Doomed What hope can answers bring? Doomed Doomed What hope can answers bring? Doomed We are doomed What hope can answers bring? Doomed Doomed Doomed
