Disciples Of Death

I speak
To the
Opening eye
Only fools live
To die
Disciples of death
Watch
The shaft fly
Disciples of death
Watch
The shaft fly

Red
The fresh blood
A whirling turning colour
Burns
On a diamond star
Fresh blood
Burns
On a diamond star

To
Feed
On the ritual sight
The will
And flesh alike
Return
Into night
Through
The light-strike
Return
Into night
Through
The light-strike

Red
The fresh blood
A whirling turning colour
Burns
On a diamond star
Fresh blood
Fresh blood
Fresh blood
Fresh blood
Burns on
A diamond star