Share Your Blood With Daemon Lyrics

Devine sermons - the immortal tissues of lies
Empty threats - no purgetory no demise
The holy scripture is burning in his hand
Turn of the century will be religions end

Burning by the gate I can hear
Reflection of his voice
Dripping blood I share with my lord
Confirms my every choice

Crowded is hell the heaps of boiling flesh
Opened veiins, gore is pouring from the gash
All his power I can feel under my skin
His wounds like razors bringing everyone to grief

With opened veins I stand consumed by flames
I hear the sounds of those who were raised to the ground
I see the herd of those who laugh but bleed
I see the crowd of poor orphin of god

Crowded is hell the heaps of boiling flesh
Opened veiins, gore is pouring from the gash

Gash... Gash...