Blood has been shed for the lowly And slowly we drift in our death Now when tides of life have turned The darkest of chaos, hear my words Pallor Mortis Come, you White Ghost! Algor Mortis Draw down the sun! His filthy seed of disease Spread on the young and the weak Blind their eyes so they don't see That even their god will bleed Spread the word of peace To those with bloody hands And speak of holiness of life When it's you who holds the knife Rigor Mortis Strike the nails deep! Livor Mortis Their god will weep! His filthy seed of disease Spread on the young and the weak Blind your eyes so you don't see Your holy god on his knees