Disciples Of Death

I speak
to the
opening eye
only fools live
to die
disciples of death
watch
the shaft fly
disciples of death
watch
the shaft fly
Red
the fresh blood
a whirling turning colour
burns
on a diamond star
fresh blood
burns
on a diamond star
To
feed
on the ritual sight
the will
and flesh alike
return
into night
through
the light-strike
return
into night
through
the light-strike
Red
the fresh blood
a whirling turning colour
burns
on a diamond star
fresh blood
fresh blood
fresh blood
fresh blood
burns on
a diamond star