Sown in the remains

Screams of the sentient Won't penetrate your walls of apathy Your sins purged by baptism In your own blood Knife will cut their throats To inflict the pain they've inflicted No longer will innocence...

I cut myself upon shards of stained glass The blood drips on the sacred scriptures I carve into my flesh the sign of the seventh son Past of bloody rituals, future without redemption Papyrus riddled...

Tortured souls traded for blood money Salvation's cries descend upon deaf ears Forty pieces of silver falls upon the ninth circle Pillars of righteousness crumble in your wake I vow vengeance, I vow...