Lyrics Rites - This Gift Is A Curse

Rites

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