Let the knife cut your tongue, the crows peck your eyes
Feel the blood slip on your skin, the taste of tears on your lips
The loss' pain ripping the chest, agony and torment of the past. Veins ripped by the gla**, hope dead by the dread
Obsession to jerk the handcuffs
The land's conquest by the sword
Shroud wrapped on pleasure
Drinking the consanguineous blood