Iced Earth. Days Of Purgatory. Burnt Offerings. Zeneszám

In one last breath You'll feel this damned old soul
You'll see the things I see

For all these years of pain and sacrifice
You'll know the pain I know

Of all these things I offer unto you
Infernal wisdom waits

Now unleashed like the flames of hate
My sacrifice is made

Every note and every word you hear
Comes from deep within

An angry soul that twists and turns inside
Pondering this life

Crimson eyes staring through your lies
Awakes the inner rage

Take my knife make my sacrifice
You're my burnt offering

Spill your blood
Offer me good omen

Make the sacrifice
The hours close at hand

Burn your soul
Offer me good omen


Take your very life
This I command

Dark shadows fall on this sacred ground
Where true evil lies, summon them to rise
Take the traitors, thieves and liars,
feed them to the fire
But first, spread their blood around,
The message will be found
Walk carefully my friends stab my back again
A warning from the skies: F--- with us and die
These are not idle threats my friend,
we're slaughtering the lambs
True vengeance is on the rise,
the traitors shall be damned
Cast their bodies to the flames

Spill your blood
Offer me good omen

Make the sacrifice
The hours close at hand

Burn your soul
Offer me good omen

Take your very life
This I command.