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Even in darkness my eyes are able to see...
A pentagram scratched into the surface of a bloodstone
Drop by drop the blood seeps out of the deep notch
Slowly it fills the five-winged star
In the light of flickering torches
the crowd is preparing his ascension

Bloodspawn - they are nothing, only dust in my hands
Bloodspawn - only a grain of sand in his universe
Bloodspawn - a descendant of the ancient powers he is

The magical words are whispered - the ritual goes on
Frightened the crowd is waiting for the one who will come
Suddenly a claw materializes out of the blood
A second one clings deeply into the stone
A bloodfountain turns into a human shape
Full of contempt his eyes wander through the rows

Each of them has to serve
Each of them has to die for him
Their simple minds believe in their individual thoughts
which seem to distinguish from other creatures
They act on orders and on rules
They practice rituals that were only made to enslave them
They are marionettes in the hand
of a grey eminence in behind

Bloodspawn - they are nothing, only dust in my hands
Bloodspawn - only a grain of sand in his universe
Bloodspawn - a descendant of the ancient powers he is

Now they invoked him to lead them into war
A war against the disciples of God
But they are unable to recognize the chain and the ropes
that tyrannize the other side, too
So lead them like lambs to the slaughter
May tiheir blood run through my halls
and purify the chambers from the stench of ingorance

In their final moment they might recognize
that their whole life until now was predistined
So lead them towards my throne and let them bow down
Show them the world they have been longed for
For one moment let them realize the truth
End their mean and absurd lifes
So bring them all to me, my bloodspawned son

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