Soulseller - Blood Red Throne

All in fair warned

Bodies on display, empty shells of flesh

Dismembered to exhale smoking ice and keeping fresh

Fuck, I sold my soul to the death

Better left undead, screams call out to get attention

Sign is made blood red, fuels the damned imagination

Born again, I detest my last remains

Fresh to me is worth the bleed, greed process

Wipe the blood, temptation rises, chronic mess

Better left undead, feast on death to get attention

Sign is made blood red, fuels the damned imagination

Fuck, I sold my soul to the Devil

Breathe slowly and demolish your mind

Death builds slowly and consumes your time

Hatred re-arranged and reset for more

Annihilations of the quest you once hesitated killing for

As all is self-manipulation and lust for gore

Fresh to me is worth the bleed, greed process

Wipe the blood, temptation rises, chronic mess

Bets are on the man in black

Replace he add on severed neck

I am a dollar ninety-nine, a fucking bargain

Bleed for determination, the will to rise to win at all cost

Re-possess my soul the Devil’s eyes are left alone

Leave the rest to rot, bodies lack of self-control

Pray to God, pray for nothing

Nothing’s all for everyone but me

Fuck, I sold my soul to the Devil