I cut myself upon shards of stained gla** The blood drips on the sacred scriptures I carve into my flesh the sign of the seventh son Past of bloody rituals, future without redemption Papyrus riddled with blasphemy No longer will I bear your crown of thorns Red skies soar above Kneeling before an empty cross Seventh seal broken Hopes for salvation lost No god will save you now Slit the throat of the lamb You stuck the sword in its side, not me Not me