Scáth Na Déithe - Bloodless

The Things I Wish I Could Unsee The Music I could Silence When We Are Left Behind When Old Fears Grow Strong Who Of This World Will See The Face Of God When We Are Buried When We Are Forgotten When We Are Forced To Question Mark Their Skin And Tear Their Hearts Out It Takes A Dying Man To See The Truth It Holds Back The Answers It Waits Patiently It Fuels Hatred At The Self It's Name Is Uncertainty And It's Music Will Not Be Silenced We Have No Blood To Give These Lands Echo Our Names Yet They Could Not Be Further From Your Lips We Have No Place In This World Ashen, As An Effigy Of The Story Teller Laid Restless In His Tomb Where His Words Beat Hopelessly Against The Stone That Traps Him You Must Spill Blood To See The Face OF God So Mark Our Skin And Tear Our Hearts Out We Stand Bloodless Before You As You Force Us In To The Shadows And We Scream Out In The Dark You Will Pass From This World Grey And Silent Where We Will Linger Hopeless With The Story Teller In His Tomb Beating Our Heads Against The Stone