Bless us with lost blood
No sacred skin remains above a waiting grave
On faith and with fanged teeth
Angels starved will feed
Spared of sacrifice, unrepentant
Into rotting arms we flee
Severing the serrated wings
Used to burden the bereaved
Famine fell like rain
From desecrated skies
To bathe its thirsted tongue
With the tears of those survived
To the sky, I prayed
For flesh not yet decayed
I wept when heaven let them die
The holier the thief
The heavier we grieve
Hallowed be a martyr left alive
Bless us with lost blood
Inheritance of pain, a satiated grave
Stained by fate and false belief
Angels starved will feed
To the sky, I prayed
For flesh not yet decayed
I wept when heaven let them die