The Bloodening

Angels with phallic smiles release toxins within the isles 
Born again from a deformed ritual 
Lock up your daughters, hurry now 

Do you still have your limbs? 
Then you can run and catch up with the rest.. 
They’re feeding! 

What now? Your bloods infected 
It's all sinister and masturbated 
Let go of his neck 
You’ll find no glory among the dead. 

Do you still have your limbs? 
Then you can run and catch up with the rest.. 
They’re feeding! 

They’re gonna get you, they’re gonna catch you 
Take stakes and hatchets from in the ballroom 
You shouldn’t play with dead things 
You shouldn’t blame the dead things 

Wipe the blood from your face 
The bloods on your face 
We are the hunters 
Here’s for the hunters 

Here they come, sleep well tonight 
The snakes with rifles unleash in flight 
They’re coming for you, so head for the storeroom 
And get your positions 

Bury, Bury the corpses, Lucifer’s crypt 

Finding, finding out something, inside my heart 
Bury, bury the corpses, the witches turn to stone