I cut open my throat to prepare the warfare
My scars will not stop bleeding, for times
I should live, tear my flesh! My words are inexplicit
My tongue is severed. And will never heal again!

Blood for blood - retributive work

Shattered shall be the path
Where angels should confess
I love the universal blood on their severed wings

An angel is begging on fractured knees
Determined - I don't care - I blow away
The lovely face with a gun. In my azure
I will force the heretical leech, to desecrate as I did

Blood for blood - retributive work

I slice for you my son
At the place where you have died
And bleed your blood, that you have left behind

The pain struggles right - forward!
Who rules the perfect dark?
The ridiculous past. The trailed man has to kill
You and me, but I will die - skewered and teared