The Hallowed Leech Lyrics

All mortal flesh must heed the call

The earthly servant fears the fall
Not quite that holy after all
Insignia and ornaments
Are futile in the face of Death

For the delegate of God
They shall give their pristine blood
Sweet young life to fill his veins
And thus bring him back again

Three coins and glory shall be paid
Prepared are needles, pins and blades
The scarlet stream in cascades flows
A blessing in their dying throes

For the vicegerent of God
You shall give your pristine blood
Your young vigor in his veins
Shall prolong his holy reign