Текст песни Blood Cure

Old man, his weakened body nearly expired Skin deteriorating, cells mutating he can feel His own mind slip Memories of a glorious past haunt him Poisoned by his fear of dying The old man trips Young girls tied to tables the old man prepares to harvest The lifegiving elixir flowing through their veins Screams echo through the night As he begins his gruesome task To slit the throats of his victims To collect their rejuvenating crimson fluid Their bodies are hung upsidedown from meathooks The screams fade as their bodies twitch Blood starts to flow Submerged into a tub Embraced by the red liquid The old man shivers His blood cure complete Decapitated corpses of the young dangling from the ceiling Sacrificed for his old flesh Once among the living, now empty vessels Their spirits will forever linger Earthbound, condemned Old man his body's still weak, fresh elixir Another bloodcure His new sacrificial lambs stripped and ready for slaughter