Letra de Saintbleeder

Come on and borrow my crown of thorns The crowd is still watching we can't be forlorn Martyrs arise - under the guise Of blood, sweat and tears and through all of our fears Oh what delightful good whores we all are Everyone loves to worship new gods Have no fear to engineer The mythology It burns and hurts To drink the blood of a saint It burns to sanctify the betrayal Hurt - to drink the blood of the saints Come on relentless and dance on the dead They should have lasted longer Their dust we now spread Weapon of dread, blindfold crimson red Our seven tailed wraith and our opium - Blind faith Oh what delightful good whores we all are Everyone loves to worship new gods Have no fear to engineer The fucking mythology