Lyrics

A touch of steel, a curse in bone,
A crimson tide she calls her own.
Veins like rivers, raw and wild,
Her heart beats red, dark and defiled.

Carve the sigils deep in skin,
Let the sacrifice start within.
Blood for power, pain for grace,
A wicked hymn in scarlet lace.

Blood spills out, the doctrine speaks,
A song of death, a hymn of shrieks.
Bound by wounds, forged in sin,
She takes, she gives, let the ritual begin.

A dagger’s kiss, a whispered plea,
She drains the life, she sets it free.
Her wrath ignites, her body swings,
A rose in thorns, a queen that sings.

Carve the sigils deep in skin,
Let the sacrifice start within.
Blood for power, pain for grace,
A wicked hymn in scarlet lace.

Blood spills out, the doctrine speaks,
A song of death, a hymn of shrieks.
Bound by wounds, forged in sin,
She takes, she gives, let the ritual begin.

A dance in red, a martyr’s throne,
A gift of flesh, a curse of bone.
The price she pays, the pain she breeds,
Her will is law, her veins decree.

No gods, no chains, no fate to fight,
Only the pulse of blood and might.
The doctrine carved in endless stars,
A captain of crimson, drowned in scars.

Blood runs deep, the doctrine calls,
A crimson vow as silence falls.
Bound by scars, shaped by sin,
She takes, she bleeds, let the hunt begin.