Blood Ritual - Lyrics - Upheavel

Blood drips on the cold cement floor As you slice their flesh with precision Dead bodies once full of life Hang motionless stripped of their skin As the blood secretes from the throats of your victims And collects in barrels, You feel no guilt Your hands are stained with the blood of the innocent Your cold heart cares not for the lives which you have taken Blinded to the horrors which surround you daily Murderer of the innocent Demon without heart With your tools, you hollow out their bodies Slicing and saving the bits and pieces of organs vital to life The bone, flesh, and blood A virtual nightmare in which you partake This is an altar of sacrifice which has been built To self-proclaimed gods These sacrifices fuel their madness These sacrifices fuel their insanity