Redemption

Now Look at Me BleedingThine Saviour so BlessedA Shrine for the LustfulSo Scatheless My WristsFor No Man I'd SufferA Thief, Liar Nor KingSing Dirges of MoarnA Fiery Throat to FallFor a Horde of the TraitorsEvery Soul Shall BetrayAnd Every Soul Shall Be BetrayedFor Nothing I'd SufferNor Cry Nameless in VainYour Tongue Filled with PoisonMy Chalice Your MouthThus Solace Has DrownethNow Look at Your SaviourAnd His Body Grew ColderOur Redemption Was LustFor Nothing I'd Ask ForAs I Bow Down My HeadWeary with Your StrifeSo Scatheless Thine Wrists