Bloodpath — Grave

As I take my final breath of dying air My fear of pain so surreal Shivers down my spine as I rip my own flesh Quickening through blood and broken hopes

Slow departure, dark my mind Put my trust in stories from the ancient times

A life along the holy path Fire, death, bloodrain, pain arouses me

Holy father, I will sin again

Shivers down my spine as I rip my own flesh Quickening through blood and broken souls

A life along the holy path Holy father I will sin again Fire, death, bloodrain, pain arouses me I taste the pain

Holy father, I must sin again