Season of Blood

I stand here looking out to the woods Waiting for the season of blood The signal fires burn in the sky, finally God has arrived Distant voices beckon me in, willing me to begin Harvest Hunted Even the bodies in the ground will quake No pity in the heart of the snake Read the signs Read the signs of the end to come, hail oblivion No shelter in the garden of the damned Welcome to my dominion, you shall suffer by the strength of my hand I feel the pain when the teeth are in my skin I feel the pleasure when the bleeding begins Harvest Hunted Harvest Hunted