Evil

From chaos only can theirs be peace,
And a brother is made from out the blade.
Itis only from evil blood that his innocence is made,
So shed mine freely, do not be afraid.

As the blood flows, I watch it spill,
The taste of terror in the air.
Time for fear not found here,
The hunted have no time for rest.

Lilting melodies call my soul as the pain did call my body.
So now at the gates of hell I wait, with the entrance to heavent at my back.
Taste my blood as I have yours.
And call the circle to your breast.