We know the truth is clear
Said the Sheppard to the lamb
Whispered life to all his men
Speak your blessing friends
Speaking on into the night
Taking lives within his strife
I am seeing faces gleaming
Stories in the snow are screaming
No more laughter, pain is after
Faceless victims, senseless in their tomb
The taste inside is haunting me
Calling me to the place I shall seek
Taste of life, life of blood sets me free
The taste of flesh endures
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