We are the rotten child of blood and fire.
The abject tool of flesh and fear.
Your sweat obedient lamb.
There's no time for an other prayer.
The reason is gone.
We're the ghosts of our passions...your passions.
The blood of all you leave behind,
Will burn gods tomorrow.
It's time to rise.
Reap all,
Reap what you sow.
The abject tool of flesh and fear.
Your sweat obedient lamb.
There's no time for an other prayer.
The reason is gone.
We're the ghosts of our passions...your passions.
The blood of all you leave behind,
Will burn gods tomorrow.
It's time to rise.
Reap all,
Reap what you sow.