Your Hands are Red
Your hands are red
The raw flesh it peels
Heavenly scent
Devine rewards
Fatherly time
No Escape
Love for your kids
Destroyed them all
Gave us the tools
Took us for fools
Taught us the trade
Then tried to hide
Spoke with a whim
And cast us in sin
A bloody aligned
Your only downfall

Counting the steps
On your way up
Watching you head
Locking you in
Catching your crown
When our blade comes down
When a King Dies
A new flag flies