Season of Blood
Danny Skarratts, Harry Rule, Kyle Holt
I stand here looking out to the woods
Waiting for the season of blood
The signal fires burn in the sky, finally God has arrived
Distant voices beckon me in, willing me to begin
Harvest
Hunted
Even the bodies in the ground will quake
No pity in the heart of the snake
Read the signs
Read the signs of the end to come, hail oblivion
No shelter in the garden of the damned
Welcome to my dominion, you shall suffer by the strеngth of my hand
I feel the pain when the teeth arе in my skin
I feel the pleasure when the bleeding begins
Harvest
Hunted
Harvest
Hunted
