stench of stagnant blood Collects in pools of misery they drained from us and stained themselves in blasphemy We are the sacrifice Our tainted offering We are the sacrifice
Vertaling: The Agony Scene. Offer.
of stagnant blood collects in pools of misery they drained from us and stained themselves in blasphemy we are the sacrifice your tainted offering we are the sacrifice
their wrath down upon me. Face down. I'm drowning. The bitter taste of blood and sweat. You have become my salvation. Take me as your sacrifice. Bloodshed
The Agony Scene Procession The stench of the hopeless and wounded. The cries that escape from the of depths of regret. Your bleeding mass in procession
feel the hatred behind their eyes Burn me alive In eager circles to watch me die Burn me As Silence falls through the masses The cruelest display of sacrifice
