Inanimate Existence
Blood of the Beggar
My hands are instruments of evil
Guided by the voice of the night
Now i stalk my victim
Unsheathing the blade
Drinking the blood
Will open the gate
With surgical precision
I force the fishermans blade
Into every known artery
Extracting the blood and wringing out the organs
Into buckets over the fire
The blood of the beggar
With surgical precision
I force the fishermans blade
Into every known artery
Extracting the blood and wringing out the organs
Into buckets over the fire