Share Your Blood With Daemon

Divine sermons - the immortal tissues of lies Empty threats - no purgatory no demise the holy scripture is burning in his hand Turn of the century will be religions end Burning by the gate i can hear Reflection of his voice Dripping blood i share with my lord Confirms my every choice Crowded is hell the heaps of boiling flesh Opened veins, gore is pouring from the gash All his power i can feel under my skin His wounds like razors bringing everyone to grief With opened veins i stand consumed by flames I hear the sounds of those who were raised to the ground I see the herd of those who laugh but bleed I see the crowd of poor orphan of god Crowded is hell the heaps of boiling flesh Opened veins, gore is pouring from the gash Gash... gash...