Fear the Old Blood

Laurence, heed my plea
Fear the old blood
Oh, my fair lord, forgive this sacrament.
Shine thy light towards what makes us more than man
Drunk yet unsatiable, I feed on flesh unclean
Immortal ascension, my path foreseen

Ravaging the tomb of ancient lords in search of old blood
Plague descends upon the masses, unleashing the scourge of beast
Innocents will suffer as violence claims the streets
This sick procession invoked by heinous fallacy

Denizens of hell will raze the earth and swirl the skies
The foul stench of our decay brings forth this pestilence, all enveloping
Oh, my fair lord, forgive this sacrament
Shine thy light towards what makes us more than man
Suffering eternal
Lining the death march, bodies pile in the wake of destruction
All hope for reprieve torn asunder

Denizens of hell will raze the earth and swirl the skies
The foul stench of our decay brings forth this pestilence, all enveloping
Ravaging the tomb of ancient lords in search of old blood
Plague descends upon the masses, unleashing the scourge of beast



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Davis
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