Die the Death - The Devil's Blood

You arms are many

And reaching for

And through your finger tips

I feel your heart

Your eyes are piercing

And seeing all

And through your tears

My soul is calmed

Your skin is sallow

And clad with blood

And through the smoke

I come to call

Your tongue is red

And speaks of thorns

And through your spit

I am reborn

Your neck is hung

With a wreath of skulls

And through their mouths

I sing your praise

Your cunt is wet

And hurts yourself

And through your peak

I die the death