Bloodleak

In my sleep
In my depths
I'll find the blade
I'll find the steep

Beloved ones
Will fade in dark
Rotten dreams
Will be left to dust
For now

Sentence the living
Disinter the dead
I see manures around
And mires ahead

Killing in dreams
Bleeding in black
I wanna smash down the core
Of the fester inside

A certain bleed will be inciting the foul
A certain creed that's leading the black ones
Pawl the door with a dozen of bolts
And stay outside in the wonderful lifetime