( Powerwolf - We Drink Your Blood )
Our mother God we hold the sword in holy times
We are the war, we never see the light
The order call, we all will take more human wine
And we toast to the night
We fold our hands, we keep the bible in our minds
Our father God, we are the hordes of Cain
And though you run we will take you and we find
Any type, any vein
She could run all she like, there was no escape from the damnation she had thrown herself into. She had committed a sin against God. Desperate as she might be to seek redemption, she was not safe, she never would be.
He stalked the shadows, watching her race down the ever darkening hallway. He sucked the energy from them, diming them with every step she took. It didn't matter what she did, there would never be an escape.
We drink your blood
When the midnight sky is red
We drink your blood
And we call the sanguine saints
We drink your blood
When the midnight sky is red
We drink your blood
And we open your veins
Our father lord, we are the demons of the wild
When all we pray, stand the fight as one
We tame the storm, we are the martyrs in the light
Take your soul when you run
We are the dark, we are the saints of blood at night
We hear the call, when the moon shines red
We grab your body, in morning all we are
Satisfied when you are dead
He was pleased with how much effort she put in to getting away from the darkness. Every attempt led him to believe her fight remained...and that just couldn't remain so. He wanted to gut her of her ease, wished to ensure she knew she was swimming in desperation.
Seeing her suddenly slip as she rounded a corner, he took the chance to make his move. It had been hours since he began this game and as fun as it was, he grew bored of hearing her sniveling.
We drink your blood
When the midnight sky is red
We drink your blood
And we call the sanguine saints
We drink your blood
When the midnight sky is red
We drink your blood
And we open your veins
We drink, we drink, we drink your blood
Kyrie eleison
We drink, we drink, we drink your blood
Kyrie eleison
Emerging from the shadows, he ignored how they clung to their Master, but with a wave of his hand, they began to disperse. "You will find no salvation..." He spoke, his voice coming out as an emotionless purr. There was no escape, she had damned herself and he would ensure she suffered a fate worse than death.
He watched with a sickening amount of fascination as she clung to his boot, begging him to release her from her fate. Even going so far as she bargaining with him. He could only scoff as his shadows began to encroach around her, coiling around her limbs to hold her securely to the wall. Kneeling down, he took hold of her chin.
"You dared to take the life of an innocent. You stole her virtue and still you think you can be saved?" Standing up, he let go of her. Unfurling from his black were a dual pair of black feathered wings. Crimson sigils etched their way over his skin.
"In the name of God...and the Devil. I sentence you to an eternity in a Hell made just for you." With a wave of his hand, the shadows eagerly took the screaming woman into their depths.
He grew tired of this, taking the lives of those who slew the innocent. But it was what drove him, what kept him from slaughtering those that did not deserve his hatred.