I can smell your rotting flesh, but the bloods still on your hands.
You put yourself up on the cross that you bear
and i drive this nail into your hands,
and then you'll burn for what you did to her.
The vernal equinox feasting on this blood.
To scorn my eyes....
You put yourself up on the cross that you bear
and i drive this nail into your hands,
and then you'll burn for what you did to her.
The vernal equinox feasting on this blood.
To scorn my eyes....