Blood compels... Bent by the weight of your shame
Borne by a strength that speaks your name
Bent by the mark of your pain
Borne by a strength that sings your name
Filling all the empty spaces, crashing all the dusty traces, destroying all the hidden places
Drying eyes and worn out faces, reconciled in rare embraces, resurrecting secret places
You shall see, and you shall confess that I do not lie