Pervy Perkin - Cult of Blood (feat. Endika & Blue) Lyrics

Run to the pass
Better to descend while he's berserk
Fix your eyes below
Upon the valley dolorous
For now we're almost in its shores
The river of blood
Where all those who liked the taste now inside it boil
Blind cupidity irrational wrath
How you feast on the beast that is inside of us
Remember when humanity
Was locked up with the vanity
Of all those whom insanity
Pure violents made

Look!

There!

See?

Centaurs!

You, up there!
What torment do you seek?
(We shall reply only to Chiron)
But from that rift speak
Or taste my bow
(Your hasty will still makes you weak)

Have you seen
Just how he walks and breathes?
(He is alive and I protect him)
Just as he were alive
He's not due here
(For divine power made me guide)

I am he
The one you called it's me
(This man is set to visit your Hell)
What can I do for you?
What brought you here?
(A good companion we require)

I can see
I have the one you need
(Achilles tutor, mighty Chiron)
Nessus will serve you well
He will indeed
(We gladly march with such a squire!)

These are the tyrants
Whose god is a god of blood
They lament their ruthless crimes
They boil, with no hope to die

Yeah
Hello Alexander
Dyonisus
These two brought years of grief to
The isle of Sicily
The great comanding armies
The God letting it be

Look at him
Atila
The Hun
Receives
Here
Justice
Divine
The scourge upon the earth
His death took some time

You'll be our home
What are you waiting for?

Why do you tear me?
Why do you break me off?
Have you no pity?
I was a man before a log

I tried to escape it
The sadness and the pain
I couldn't take it
Thought I could flee through death

And now I'm here
I can't escape
This wood and black leaves
I'm just a shade

(Beneath the new moon, men looking at each other
And one of them's looking at you)

Is this soul you, Brunetto?
This both warms and breaks my heart

If it were for me you'd have your life
And retake your path to Heaven

But don't worry my dear father
'Cause you'll be eternal through me

I stand prepared for ill Fortune
I'll too live on, come what may

Beneath the new moon, men looking at each other
And one of them's looking at