By Sword, By Famine, By Plague

Blade Scrapes Agony Silence Buried beneath a dripping cross Graves dug under broken stars Virtue, virtue Buried, buried Lost, lost This is the deepest of all my scars Blinded by a low winter sun I start to see what I've become Blade Scrapes Agony Silence Cut out the festering sore Redeem myself in their eyes once more Virtue, virtue Buried, buried Lost, lost, lost This is the deepest of all my scars Blinded by a low winter sun I no longer care what I've become I'd Rather be The Devil he Than salvation From the earth I rise Shed this painful skin The relief of being a beast Unleash the agony within Beyond the pale of love Freed from moral chains By sword, by famine, by plague Each will know my name