Wound Upon Wound

Virtues of blood

Follows through

Bleeding our shadows

For hundrerds of miles

For tattered and torn

Wound upon WoundFor less of force

Grow to or sever

Brushing my teeth

From the wounds

Ending a curse

Disemble, the world

Disemble, humanity (humanity)Right is the Hand

Rewarding, our son

Clutching the scepter of a real god

Drunken with grief

And sorrows

For us who live in the shade

We wander

Limb from limbVirtues of blood

Follows through

Bleeding our shadows

For hundreds of miles

For tattered and torn

Wound upon Wound