Congregation of Self-mutilators Lyrics

Monotonous changing sounding from afar
Apocalyptic hymns and slashing of whips
Congregation of self-mutilators approaching
With torn rags tainted with blood
Gathering to where all can see and hear
To demonstrate their devotion
Apocalyptic hymns and slashing whips
Blood stains the soil
For thirty three days they wander
In memory of the life
Of the one who failed
And on the cross scorned hung
Your efforts are in vain
You can only fail
You can never produce enough blood
To wash the world clean
For thirty three days they wander
In memory of the life
Of the one who failed
And on the cross scorned hung