Blood - Blaze Bayley

Illusions of freedom of hope and redemption

Seduce the vain, the weak

And the well intentioned

Accepting the praise for their own sacrifice

For these seven martyrs sainthood is their right

This is the vile bloody manifestation

Of Brewer’s anger of her own creation

Obedient to commands inside the dream

The truth of the under-mission is revealed

Blood.

Blood on my hands, the true joy of killing again

Everything that they said justifies everything that I did to them

I have blood

A slow mutilation they watch and they feel

It is unbelievable but it is real

Agony and surprise in equal measure

Hopeless and consumed by this moment of terror

Familiar and comforting in my control

Taking their choices and leaving them cold

As gasping and bleeding they plead for their life

The beautiful moment that death fills their eyes

Blood.

Blood on my hands, the true joy of killing again

Everything that they said justifies everything that I did to them

I have blood.

Blood on my hands

I have absolute power over them

They journey to nothing, there is no light and no god that can ever comfort them

I have blood

Tell me about the dark side of black

His wife killed their daughter, then killed herself, while Black was on a

covert operation

Then he left special forces and became a mercenary

During the West Flanders insurrection

He became known as the butcher of Wevelgem

He killed babies and women and murdered whole families

He enjoyed his work

Then he disappeared.

I found him but he thinks he found us

He was selected before he applied

I believe he will easily accomplish the under-mission

William Black

Captain William Christopher Black

It is time for the dream

Blood.

Blood on my hands, the true joy of killing again

Everything that they said justifies everything that I did to them

I have blood.

Blood on my hands

I have absolute power over them

They journey to nothing there is no light and no god can ever comfort them

I have blood