Daeva Angra Mainyu - The Only Warmth Is That From Blood

They walk one by one
Like sheep to the slaughter
Under the blackened sun
Red rivers, the blood of martyrs
As you walk on death's path
Breathe your last breath
In the cold, all alone
You die in your dark throne
Die
It's so cold, frigid cold here
Your final moments are coming near
You'll die slow, alone and in fear
For the only warmth here is that from your own blood
The only warmth here is that from blood

Written by:
Kayvan Asiaie

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