Incarnadine
To wash the body of god in blood
When human nature is motive to k**
Soothsayer will be hunted
Do not confess on pain with d**h
In this dark age the truth is the destroyer
The tyranny of the mindless right
To persecute unsacred plight
From defected birth to deserved end
A blasphemy to live
With ancient curse
The hidden shame
Never to create
A living sin
And god to blame
Duty compels to hate
A black psychosis
Hidden murderous lust
A poisoned blade
Gilt edged and dripping with disgust
Spread a plague
To fight a plague
Hatred cloaked if fear
Lesions
Devour the brain
Screaming they'll meet their end
A black psychosis
Hidden murderous lust
A poisoned blade
Clandestine edged and dripping with disgust
No room to breathe, no such fantasy
A last gasp as riddled with disease you fall
Fighting fire
With holy fire
Tragedy revealed
Innocence
Irrelevant
Vengeance it its own reason
A black psychosis
Hidden murderous lust
A poisoned blade
Wretched edged and dripping with disgust
Incarnadine
An image of god now drowning in blood