Back in the days
When swamps were just a maze
Born this little boy
From a dead whore toy
He had to crawl his way
Through this dark heavy cloud
Carry on his weight
'Cause he was raised in blood
Every night praise by the cross
Shouldn't cry upon his loss
With no life comes no fear
Sacrifice dries his tears
He had to crawl his way
Throught this dark heavy cloud
Carry on his weight
'Cause he was raised in blood
And now he runs right after you
And now he creeps inside of you
And now he feeds right through you
And now he bleeds out of you
When the night has finally come
And the moon puts on her crown
He lets her use is soul
And behold the flight of the howl
He had to crawl his way
Throught this dark heavy cloud
Carry on his weight
'Cause he was raised in blood
Back in the days
When swamps were just a maze
Born this little boy
From a dead whore toy