Blast your life to hell And watch it turn upon a spit See the shadows of your allies Crumble into shit Rape yourself and torture skies Of bloody seething red Scream a ritual of power Walk among the dead ^Chorus: Find your truth do not escape Storm your path intil the grave Life and death are no concern Leave the mourners behind to burn The powers of the universe Can twist you into grime The acrid fumes of living Turn the stringest into slime The wielder of the molten Flows between the left and right The bending into tragic might ^Chorus As fiends and lovers Graze your flesh with sleeping tongues You must resist their poisons Fight until you're won As long as you have pumping blood That's yet to bleed The weepers fall onto the ground On them you feed ^{Solo - Coralles Solo - Bower Chorus}