Bloodpath  -  Grave

As  I  take  my  final  breath  of  dying  air

My  fear  of  pain  so  surreal

Shivers  down  my  spine  as  I  rip  my  own  flesh

Quickening  through  blood  and  broken  hopes

Slow  departure,  dark  my  mind

Put  my  trust  in  stories  from  the  ancient  times

A  life  along  the  holy  path

Fire,  death,  bloodrain,  pain  arouses  me

Holy  father,  I  will  sin  again

Shivers  down  my  spine  as  I  rip  my  own  flesh

Quickening  through  blood  and  broken  souls

A  life  along  the  holy  path

Holy  father  I  will  sin  again

Fire,  death,  bloodrain,  pain  arouses  me

I  taste  the  pain

Holy  father,  I  must  sin  again