Sacrificial - Bonus Album Track

Like a stain of guilt never washed away
 The world made flesh on the seventh day
 And we engage in carnal trade
 Knowing things will never be the same
 My tongue is so dry... her mouth is divine
 A sacrifice it had to be done
 Upon the ashes of the kingdom come
 There is no reward for making things right
 There is no glory in sparing one's life
 Like the first of sins there is no one to blame
 The earth grew wet on the seventh day
 And we sit down for a feast of hate
 We eat each other in a twist of fate
 My tongue is so dry... Her mouth is divine
 A sacrifice it had to be done
 Upon the ashes of the kingdom come
 There is no reward for making things right
 There is no glory in sparing one's life
 Blood-knives drawing to entertain the pain
 The world is watching, demanding