Pulse of Nebulae - Blood Must Have Blood

A great flame falling from the sky.
What do you offer from the realm up high?
A warrior does not worry about what he can't control,
Embrace the fall
Does it bring
death or pain,
or will it rip my soul apart dissecting, mutating, degrading and transforming me into what I won't recognize again?

Savage eyes shedding tears of mercy
dripping onto the blood on your sword.

The poison in my veins tells me to pray
to the god of the horizon.
I look into the sky
as the trees stand idly by.

Clenching up as the current flows.
My fight isn't over, my zeal it grows.
The sky has presented me with a prize that would make us whole,
Hearing the call.
Disowned
and cast away,
I hunt alone as the battle's ruthlessly, fruitlessly, brutally and ruefully raging keeping our united path delayed.

Savage eyes shedding tears of mercy
dripping onto the blood on your sword.

The poison in my veins tells me to pray
to the god of the horizon.
I look into the sky
as the trees stand idly by.

Captured by the mountain I see my destiny.
A needle in my neck and flesh between my teeth.
Unrecognizable my brain turns into mud.
I pray the mountain will fall,
Blood must have blood.
Stalking in the dark my hunt nears its end.
Caught off guard I brace as my demons ascend.
Pushing them aside the needle finds its hole.
The mountain lost its soul.

The poison in my veins tells me to pray
to the god of the horizon.
I look into the sky
as the trees stand idly by.