And the Blood shall flow,
Forming rivulets in ths snow,
Dark Scarlet on the Purest of White,
Staining the Hands and Hearts within Sight.
Ripping Sinew from Bone,
Violence Sealing our Souls in Stone.
Death dealt in the Dark of Night,
Bleeding and Beautiful, breathtakingly right.
Wonderous Feelings and Coppery Taste,
Drinking and Bathing in Blood is no Waste.
When Hatred and Rage Rule the Mind,
Bloody Chaos is all you'll find,
Within the Deepest, Darkest Dreams
Where the Blood has Formed into Streams,
Flowing faster, Racing to Drown out
Anything that Breathes without a Shout.
Silent and Violent, on rushes the Blood,
Pooling Deep in a Darkening Flood.
Forming into Faces of Ages Past,
And with a Scream, You wake from the Dream at last!