The Bloodening - Johnny Truant

Angels with phallic smiles release toxins with in the isles

Born again from a deformed ritual

Lock up your daughters, hurry now

Do you still have your limbs?

Then you can run and catch up with the rest.

They’re feeding!

What now?

Your bloods infected

Its all sinister and masturbated

Let go of his neck

You’ll find no glory among the dead

Do you still have your limbs?

Then you can run and catch up with the rest.

They’re feeding!

They’re gonna get you, they’re gonna catch you

Take stakes and hatchets from in the ballroom

You shouldn’t play with dead things

You shouldn’t blame the dead things

Wipe the blood from your face

The bloods on your face

We are the hunters

Here’s for the hunters

Here they come, sleep well tonight

The snakes with rifles unleash in flight

They’re coming for you, so head for the storeroom

And get your positions

Bury, Bury the corpses, Lucifer’s crypt

Finding, finding out something, inside my heart

Bury, bury the corpses, the witches turn to stone

The price you pay for dignity