The dead have come to claim a debt from thee I come old friend from Hell tonight Across the rotting sea Nor the nails of the cross Nor the blood of Christ Can bring you help this eve They stand outside your door Four score and three Did you keep a watch

Flesh opens up, blood's retreating Death's embracing, all is ending Time will not heal all of your pain I cannot wait for it all to come crashing Time has come to face all evil Down on your face, ripping your veins out Your insides win and kill you from

I wanna drink some fucking blood I wanna break some fucking glass I wanna squeeze you till you're inside out I want it all Change your hair Change your clothes I'll rearrange your face for you If you can breathe When I am through

Outside looking in, my heart lied I gave you everything, everything but blood Everything I had, and everything I've loved You tore away and left me dead inside Another chapter in my life The sun has set, only ashes left behind It turns out I was always

Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead There's something inside me It's, it's coming out I feel like killing you Let loose the anger, held back too long My blood runs cold Through my anatomy, dwells

Blood side out I'm down again Got a wine soaked heart There's a siren in the distance And whisky soaked lips Don't know how to get to you But I know how to get my kicks Out in the cold and damp Out on the streets just like a tramp

Crawling and moaning in the sharp blade of grass All my life starting over, blood spilled inside out I went through this cycle of pain deep in myself Destroyed by awful hands, a demon of illusion The pain now awaken, I'm cracking wide open Can barely

Might be what I need (This side) To the edge I'll race you To the end I'll make it All the risk, I'll take it Head bang with my four friends We pour taste out for the dead This is the blood, the body, the life right now The hype right now

The Vanir felt deceived Hone was a fool Without Mimir at his side Hone could not rule In a fit of violent rage Mimir's blood was shed And to Odin's court they sent Mimir's severed head War, the very first war of our world When the treacherous witch was

Swedish Pagans, marching a shore Forged in Valhalla by the hammer of Thor Out from Asgaard, a viking ship sails Never to turn back again As the fire inside Is ignited by bloodshed In berserkers from north Could it be as was said When the serpent be woken