Blooded
Robert Vigna, Ross Dolan
Ritualistic urge
To dominate and purge
Sadistic rite of passage
Dissociate from all
Imbued with manic thoughts
Bring senseless terror so savage
Covered in their blood
Bask in primal rage
Drink deeply of their pain
Such willingness to taste
In cathartic throes of glory
The hunted will be slain
Unbridled acts of violence
Anointed in their blood
God’s power you now hold as your own
Christened thief of chosen souls
Servant of death
Serving the highest
Emotionless spirit
Grants this trophy of pride
Harrowing visage, frozen in time, psychotic disdain
Creature of prey, the hunt goes on, now master of fate
Master of fate
Blood for the kill
Blood feeds desire
With rapturous fury
You take your first life