Blood Tribute

Greed of blood

makes the believer a rabid beast.

Mass comes to an end.

Desire becomes unbearable.

Crescendo of terror. The damned is untenable.

Wherever you turn, there's nothing

but these four walls, you and I.

The leading wire of this tale

is been woven through mute chambers' walls.

Captives communicate through tortured screams.

'Till the moment is gone.

Then the altar unique, immense and obscure will open underneath

upon them. Sun and Moon both black,

testifying their blood tribute.

Man is both goat and knife.

Greed and mercy under the sign of pain.

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It's time to cry.

But between these four walls

only your brothers will hear

and will hide powerless.

Crawling in the night

we hide.