Saintbleeder -

Come on and borrow my crown of thorns

The crowd is still watching we can’t be forlorn

Martyrs arise — under the guise

Of blood, sweat and tears and through all of our fears

Oh what delightful good whores we all are

Everyone loves to worship new gods

Have no fear to engineer

The mythology

It burns and hurts

To drink the blood of a saint

It burns to sanctify the betrayal

Hurt — to drink the blood of the saints

Come on relentless and dance on the dead

They should have lasted longer

Their dust we now spread

Weapon of dread, blindfold crimson red

Our seven tailed wraith and our opium —

Blind faith

Oh what delightful good whores we all are

Everyone loves to worship new gods

Have no fear to engineer

The fucking mythology