Ghosts of existence
Cultures abandoned
Secrets of folklore
Weakness on display
Bleed out the truth, the blood lust of time
Cure for the chosen, death for the swine

In sculpted repose, their face screams of fear
Of bones turned to glass, throats cut to the ear
Their curse was their name
Their death note, their faith
The blackened abyss now sealed their fate

They knew that one day blood would be shed
Descending into the fire
Base instinct-survival
History repeated
Culture of bloodshed
Lust for the fire
Spineless subservient

In sculpted repose, their face screams of fear
Of bones turned to glass, throats cut to the ear
Their curse was their name
Their death note, their faith
The blackened abyss now sealed their fate

Preservation of ignorance
Blackened bodies, eyes of fear
Endless struggle through the years
Bathed in blood, free from sin
While evil hearts beats from within