Blood Souls

Speak thee into the rivers, rose red and pray

Stay thee upon the nights of holy and shiver

Tremble thee, for thy soul is sacred and true

Knoweth that thine words are of colored hue

 

Scream thy sufferences

Hold thy hands high

Fear the oppression

Of a beginnings end meant to die.

 

Whisper thee softly unto all the little ears

Speak unto them the good words of no tears

Hold their hands to thine bosom, capture their fears

Show them thine truth of safety throughout the years.

 

Shout of thy raptures

A blood lusted nights cry

Swallow thine darkened taint

A soul must surely fly.

 

Harken unto the tales of blood that’s been spilt

Hide thee away, having thine spirit filled with guilt

Stay thee in thine ancient hamlets, villages and towns

Guard thine virgins, less rose red stain their wedding gowns.

 

Forgeteth thy Lords

Of transient and sway

Fear only thy God

For him it is you’ll slay.

 

Taketh thine daggers, hammers and swords

Cut away thine trappings of worldly wicked cords

Fall to thine knees and know that you’re saved

Silent to all ides, having been pitched and raved.

 

Witness with thine own eyes

Fields of burnt Earth

The skies dark asunder

A blood game of no mirth.