Ghosts of existence Cultures abandoned Secrets of folklore Weakness on display Bleed out the truth, the blood lust of time, Cure for the chosen, death for the swine In sculpted repose, their face screams of fear, Of bones turned to glass, throats cut to the ear Their curse was their name Their death note, their faith The blackened abyss now sealed their fate They knew that one day blood would be shed Descending into the fire Base instinct-Survival History repeated Culture of bloodshed Lust for the fire Spineless subservient In sculpted repose, their face screams of fear, Of bones turned to glass, throats cut to the ear Their curse was their name Their death note, their faith The blackened abyss now sealed their fate Preservation of Ignorance Blackened bodies, eyes of fear, Endless struggle through the years Bathed in blood, free from sin, While evil hearts beats from within Ageless