Season of Blood

I stand here looking out to the woods
Waiting for the season of blood

The signal fires burn in the sky, finally God has arrived
Distant voices beckon me in, willing me to begin

Harvest
Hunted

Even the bodies in the ground will quake
No pity in the heart of the snake

Read the signs
Read the signs of the end to come, hail oblivion
No shelter in the garden of the damned
Welcome to my dominion, you shall suffer by the strength of my hand

I feel the pain when the teeth are in my skin
I feel the pleasure when the bleeding begins

Harvest
Hunted
Harvest
Hunted