Besedila:
Arise Stains Of Blood

unfamiliar, but you have not seen him before. Oh... your hand are dirty, the stains of blood will never leave. Oh... your hand are dirty, the stains of blood

the lion-hearted Join in the minstrelsy Wailing in endless grief It eagerly longs for more Broken bodies lay on the ground Blood sheds all over the place The green will be stained

life Blood on my sword , your rapture I feel Desire of pain , the light shall remain Suffering screaming, raping my breath Summoning of terror, stained

falling soul I slumber against the spirit of time Like a stranger in a foreign world! In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears In the

day was unparalleled in its ferocity, and that the marble walls of the ancient shrine were, and still remain, stained vivid crimson with the spilled blood

Give me life! You know that I'll bleed for you You know that I'll die by you Die by you! I wipe the blood that stains my face Give me life I carve the

a lamb; behold the voice of a dragon Crying in the wilderness aloud ... This is the veil of pain stained with murder, It follows the trial of blood

who sleep Wake those beneath the grass Buried deep under fields Under sacrificial graves In the burning earth Carve runes upon the horns Stain them red with blood

Who is at my window weeping, Weeping there so bitterly? It's I, it's I, your own true lover Arise, arise and pity me. Darling, go and ask your mother