Blood of the Beggar - Inanimate Existence

My hands are instruments of evil

Guided by the voice of the night

Now i stalk my victim

Unsheathing the blade

Drinking the blood

Will open the gate

With surgical precision

I force the fishermans blade

Into every known artery

Extracting the blood and wringing out the organs

Into buckets over the fire

The blood of the beggar

With surgical precision

I force the fishermans blade

Into every known artery

Extracting the blood and wringing out the organs

Into buckets over the fire