Blood Lyrics

The dream of night is lifted,
the coven comes. Regalia hung
from her corpse; Demon rites
ensue vital flesh and at best,
brightly masturbate worn agony,
to confide in deep heresy
for thee...

Be my sket bird. Fall under
rest as a gift of flesh. Mine
confidants overdressed within
her blood. Take this new orchid
bride; blessed hymen of divine,
scattered remnants and her petty
soul that purloined us blind.

With all manner of debauchery
this forthcoming had to be mine...

Now you should fix me a crafty Judas,
fuelled by Ishtar. To sex the Goyim
and cull their stars. In the darkest
of our courts lies the sacrificial
and the undaunted blood...

Scrambling free if so ever she could.

We have built this caravan to, to
spread the "love" and that's to
take a piece of living meat pre-
rotting by the streets. Of course
it's false to make a piece of living
meat lay rotting by our feet.

Church lights her shawl milky and
red. You carry a burden i'll sing you
to sleep. March the quaint in fabled
reveries so bold and replete; for
prying souls from miss unfortunate.
For the clamour of steel, bent by
the furling of the stone...

Her thirsty vamps and lycanthropic
still walk the night to feed.
We call upon a verse of our own
and entereth into dilapidated
bodies...

The dream of night is lifted,
the coven comes. Regalia hung
from her corpse; Demon rites
ensue vital flesh and at best,
brightly masturbate worn agony,
to confide in deep heresy.