Blodsrit - Horns lyrics

In the I lies the martyr, the willing sacrifice Stand before the self destructive sadist Hand him the knife Because he owns the illusion In pain revel the fear, the value of blood Sharpen all edges to blind the chimera Sigh; the masters of the earth will no longer kneel Rip a wound that will never heal Then mend the loss of Christ Unfolding the rivalry of white dreams wishes And the sign of the horns shall appear to many In birth the wicked dwell In a human shell Ashes of the original sin lies therein And each one born Will be a regent in an age of the horn In pain revel the fear, the value of blood Sharpen all edges to blind the chimera