The Book Of Blood

Skies shift from blue to dark coal
Immense weight of avern disturbs the mind

And endless flow of pain
Wound. which won't stop to bleed
Highway that comes from Hell
One-way signs painted everywhere

Echoes flutter from afar
Horrid howlings strike her heart
She knows which is her fate
She will suffer, again

A canvas made of skin
Where Dead write their Stories
Pages of sadness, pages of pain
Deeply engraved

You shall not pass
For this take my flesh
I'll comprise your Book of Blood
On every inch of my skin

Our stories must be know
See the Light from our souls
Your body may stop us now
But how many times could you be reborn?

Claws stab deeply your skin
Millions of thin Rivers scribbled in red
Your flesh won't fall in vain
Cause you are the Art of the Dead

Skies shift from blue to dark coal
Immense weight of avern disturbs the mind

A canvas made of skin
Where Dead write their Stories
Pages of sadness, pages of pain
Deeply engraved

You shall not pass
For this take my flesh
I'll comprise your Book of Blood
On every inch of my skin