Artful Blood Shed

The crescent moon is rising in the rain soaked skies.
Soul of the Earth watered from the tears in your eyes.
The night walker in us says we should stalk our time.
Rather we stay waiting to die.
To pray on our loved ones for their blood soaked wine.
Severing the souls as we ready, cutting open the lives.
We dine in hell, for why we do not know.
Redemption we seek with nothing to show.
Bodies moist with the love of our hearts.
Screams of the dying, foreveer with us in life.
Never once will our faith to the lust tear us apart.
We were taken from death and from there we arose.
In the sliken lined beds we cry.
For thanks to the life we were shown.