Blaze Bayley - Blood текст песни

Illusions of freedom of hope and redemption
Seduce the vain, the weak
and the well intentioned
Accepting the praise for their own sacrifice
for these seven martyrs sainthood is their right
This is the vile bloody manifestation
of Brewer’s anger of her own creation
Obedient to commands inside the dream
The truth of the under-mission is revealed
Blood. Blood on my hands, the true joy of killing again
Everything that they said justifies everything that I did to them
I have blood
A slow mutilation they watch and they feel
It is unbelievable but it is real
Agony and surprise in equal measure,
hopeless and consumed by this moment of terror
Familiar and comforting in my control,
taking their choices and leaving them cold,
as gasping and bleeding they plead for their life,
the beautiful moment that death fills their eyes
Blood. Blood on my hands, the true joy of killing again
Everything that they said justifies everything that I did to them
I have blood. Blood on my hands
I have absolute power over them
They journey to nothing, there is no light and no god that can ever comfort them
I have blood
Pembridge:
Tell me about the dark side of black.
Laika:
His wife killed their daughter, then killed herself, while Black was on a covert operation.
Then he left special forces and became a mercenary.
During the West Flanders insurrection,
he became known as the butcher of Wevelgem.
He killed babies and women and murdered whole families.
He enjoyed his work.
Then he disappeared. I found him but he thinks he found us.
He was selected before he applied.
I believe he will easily accomplish the under-mission.
Pembridge:
William Black.
Captain William Christopher Black.
It is time for the dream
Blood. Blood on my hands, the true joy of killing again
Everything that they said justifies everything that I did to them
I have blood. Blood on my hands
I have absolute power over them
They journey to nothing there is no light and no god can ever comfort them.
I have blood