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