Evening sets up on the coastal confines, It's the time for the moans and diabolic whines, As he sharpens his steel against the rock And glances once more at his well groomed flock.
Innocently disguised in a victims robe, The fate to befall them, they will never know. They bleat and worship their slayer, He feels his thirst rise and utters a prayer. Make my steel blunt and my grip firm, As helpless moaning creatures, under my power squirm, As I slit their necks deny them their breath, Their blood anoints my head, I'm baptized with death.
Where is the guilt I owned in years defiled, Where is the holy smoke, I feel so mild. My heart hasn't shrunken, it feels the same, Conformists label me as mortified and insane. My apron is moist and maroon and thick, From the pure, the purest I pick. I break into the unseen, the untouched, unfelt. I endow ache and misery and give them hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
