Letra de Sacrafical

Like a stain of guilt never washed away The world made flesh on the seventh day And we engage in carnal trade Knowing things will never be the same My tongue is so dry... her mouth is divine. A sacrifice it had to be done Upon the ashes of the kingdom come There is no reward for making things right There is no glory in sparing one' life Like the first of sins there is no one to blame The earth grew wet on the seventh day And we sit down for a feast of hate we eat each other in a twist of fate My tongue is so dry... her mouth is divine. A sacrifice it had to be done Upon the ashes of the kingdom come There is no reward for making things right There is no glory in sparing one' life Bloodknives drawing to entertain the pain The world is watching, demanding