Testo Blood In The Ink

It's time go get the gun the one your family's hiding from sleeping in the dresser drawer do pull this trigger I implore kill your parents then yourself push your life right off the shelf die for metal leave this hell take this eath of plaphemation when asked to kill you won't or will casting aside the weak when lord belail your name he calls conquer or wallow in defeat blood in the ink the unholy writ of contract for your soul of your feeble peasant minds we have control we yank these hidden strings the ones that curtain drinketh deep now this cup of poison and drag a blade right through your veins slaughtering every soul around you of mortality you'll take the reigns you've broken your bones in violent ritual tattooed black your flesh in our name we ask you now to wield the razor at our commant you'll worship pain, pain caligraphy in crimson ink think and dark each stroke I hereby swear my life to him here is the sacred parchment now part with your skin and sign below when asked to kill you won't or will casting aside the weak when lord belail your name he calls conquer or wallow in defeat our blood is satan's blood in the ink drinketh deep now this cup of poson and drag a blade right through your veins slaughtering every soul around you of mortality you'll take the reigns you've broken your bones in violent ritual tatood black your flesh in our name we ask you now to weild the razor at our commend let your life drain