Predatory Savior

Birthed in ash and sat upon
Devoured skull of blessed son
Birthed in ash and sat upon
Murder soaked in pain
Birthed in ash and sat upon
Devoured skull of blessed son
Birthed in ash and sat upon
Murder soaked in pain

Digging up the young's remains
To feed our grieving altars

Chalice
And our mouths left open
Lusting to quell the flame

I feel nothing!
I feel nothing!

Hell has spoken in my angel's ear
Beckon to tear the soul from tears
Hell has spoken in my angel's ear
Beckon to tear the soul from tears
And still I feel
And still I feel

I feel nothing!
I feel nothing!
I feel nothing!
I feel nothing!