I’ve seen the blackened skies I washed the blood away I cursed the seder I know only the weak will pray 
[chorus] Pure disgust Sanguine lust Pure dismay Lick the blade
 Push deep and hard
Lacerate the flesh, quell the urge Charging the symbol Fulfilled desires, beginning the purge 
[chorus]

once there was pain None remains Incantations burn with fear As the end draws ever near