i rest not
i sleep not
lonely
cold of the heart
i keep on sharpening the blade all day
the night falls
that shiver crawls up your neck
the hideman's teasing
it's the hideman's season
my holy sons
can you feel the rage?
now just watch me hold that blade you crave
my holy sons
is this blood i taste?
must be all that lust you try to cage
i fear not
i won't tremble
this blade will plunge home
straight to the soul
straight to the bone
we shall roll the rope once the neck has snapped
we will roll the ropes
and that will be the end of that man of the cross
my holy sons
can you feel the rage?
now just watch me hold that blade you crave
my holy sons
is this blood i taste?
must be all that lust you try to cage
watch all the lies you fed us fail
no one died for my sins
no one died for my sins
no one died for my sins
no one died for my sins just yet
no one died for my sins just yet
no one died for my sins just yet
no one died for my sins just yet
no one died for my sins just yet
man on the cross
you bring no light
man of the cross
you bring no light
man of the cross
you bring no light
my holy sons
can you feel the rage?
now just watch me hold that blade you crave
my holy sons
is this blood i taste?
must be all that lust you try to cage
my holy sons
can you feel the rage?
now just watch me hold that blade you crave
my holy sons
is this blood i taste?
must be all that lust you try to cage
watch all the lies you fed us fail