Hour Of Penance

Taste of blood.
And now my worst nightmare
takes it form, gives help to me,
takes my hand while I'm sinking,
at one with the Earth.
In a world that tastes like blood
it's hard to make a choice but...
Mystification has no boundaries.
Mystification doesn't even know defeat.
Nameless prevarication.
It's raining on the Earth, just to mock
what reality is or it used to be.