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.
