Rites - This Gift Is A Curse

Rites holy rites / I bleed out from the scar of our dying world

Rites holy rites / Baptized my soul in His scarlet mass

Rites holy rites / Where Death is certain…

Rites holy rites / … life will mean nothing at all!

You are a lost flock / There will be no aid / No white shepherd / (this is) No

worship — this is war

Break away from the heard / Bash in their doors torch down their halls Break

away from the heard / Sweep all traces / Cut through the mist Break away from

the heard / Bash in their doors Break away from the heard / Cut through the

mist Break away from the heard / Torch down their halls Break away from the

heard / Sweep all traces