Blood Lord

Dragged from the light with clawing nails

Cast far from the graces of God

Lead down the river of blood

Through fields of gold

Faces amongst the trees

Deformed and twisted

Laughing and jeering

Forked tongues that speak into the wind

Forked tongues that speak into the wind

A row of a thousand dead

Burned at the stake

Used as lanterns to light my path

Lead down a river of blood

Through fields of gold

Your siren ghost chant leads me astray

Forever lost amongst the mist

Lost amongst the mist

You are the embodiment of a shipwreck

I carved your name into my chest

In front of your gravestone

Just as you had done with mine

One week before your burial

I watched you die every December

All alone

I closed the cemetery gates as I left

But I left it unlocked

I left it unlocked

So others may water your grave with blood

And flowers may grow from where you rest

With roots that reach deep into your chest

I watched you die every December

All alone