Taste The Blood کے بول

Twisted bodies, pain, inflicted by the sane The guilty kill an innocent for their crimes A living sacrifice, made at his own choice A victory, a life for the dead Taste the blood, it bled for you Take the body it was broken for you too You're damned and so was I Taste the blood and you won't die Will you make Him sick Not hot just hypocrite Give all or nothing at all As often as you feed That battered body bleeds That death should never be forgot Darkness sweeps the land Bandits at His hands At the place of the skull With a loud cry He dies An earthquake shakes, the skies The temple curtain's torn There will be no more Sacrifice The One who came before Paid the price