The Blood Is the Almighty Sin

The sun is setting

And night comes crawling back

Out of the shadows deep

Comes a creature of the night

And now the stars are shining bright

Hunting the innocent

He draws their burning blood

Taking images of lives

Being ended

The mask he wears

Concealing his remorse

These memories of life

Is getting distant

But every time he takes

A life as sweet as this

His memory is back

Of life's unjustfulness

But wanting more of life

He searches far and wide

Arising from the east

A ball of searing pain

Burning every vein

And sleep must come again

His fears of waking to a world of unknowns

Is becoming a nightmare of truths

Every death he has brought to this world

Will be known at the end of his time

Hunted the innocent

He drew their burning blood

But now his life

Is being ended

The mask he used to wear

Concealing his remorse

Has been forever torn

From his burning palm

His soul is darkening

The future endless black

Still hoping for redemption

But being pushed into the void

His fears of waking to a world of unknowns

Is becoming a nightmare of truths

Every death he has brought to this world

Will be known at the end of his time

And now the feeling is leaving his veins

The blood is the almighty sin

Becoming one with the creature of night

Is sure to be ending your life

But now the innocent

Wanting a sweet revenge

Comes crashing down the stair

Into the grave

And even though remorse

Was often in his mind

Striking hard and swift

The stick is driven through his heart