Shed The Blood - Nightrage

Never turned like the slime that I always knew you were

Can’t stand this life my soul lay in a pool of blood

Egocentric high ideals and rotten ways

Hatred, heartache

A few of my modes

Hatred, heartache

More than you will ever believe

Dominate, recriminate

Your slave infected role

Time after time I stare into vacancy

Deteriorate, investigate

What drives you to goal?

Lie after lie is my only reality

A solitary spot

A soul lost

Shed the blood of my inner fears

Searching into the silent beauty of a nightmare

Near empty cold lines and tribulations

SHED THE BLOOD

As passion slips by your side, once again I SHED THE BLOOD!