No need for ritual slaughter Bow to the crest of martyrs I was born to pine away Sacrificed at the alter Cast down by your exalter Haven't you got any shame? Agony's the way that heroes rise Covering your craft in morbid lies Prostrate your mind and body Hopelessly worn and bloody Following the hand of fate Goodbye to bold romances Castrated song and dances Purgatory just can't wait Any other way we're sure to fail Bleed for me today, you'll soon prevail Your fate is on your hands, so measure up your might And cut me to the chase, 'cause now it's fight or flight Agony's the way that heroes rise Coveting your corpses I surmise