Every step is pain
Every slightest gesture is agony
Muscles rend and bones break
The sight of the bolt or the blade
The blood of suffering
As you cart off your dead pray the sky you’re not
Inside
As souls drip from your lips-rejoice
Take turns holding the knife
Cycle of suffering
A tear in their eye
As they watch those before them hanging from the sky
Fell to the floor
Soul rot
Writhing in someone else’s blood
Violent execution
The greatest solitude
Your acquiescence screaming on the floor
Feel the ghosts
Smell the burnt flesh rising
Carve your code
We are not who we were
The sight of the bold of the blade
The watchful eye ignored
As you cart off your dead pray the sky you’re not
Inside
As souls drip from your lips-rejoice
Take turns holding the knife
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Ether Coven Lyrics – The Bolt Or The Blade