Bloodcleansing

Blood, sweat and more bloodLove turned to hateLight turned to darkAnd life turned to deathBlood!The old engine is still runningCleansing!The cleansing of the body and soul(Then) reach out and touch the branchesThe branches of the oldest oakIn these last autumn daysWhen dim colours are over whelmingAnd grimCold hills darkenFrost is setting inDiscover something oldDiscover something newYou have everything to fearYou're hated here