Content With Blood

The more I see, the less I hear

The more I give, the less I care



It shall be told we killed the beauty

That's always something to be proud of

Seething hatred from the wicked

Comes to join us



Content with blood



The more I see, the less I hear

The more I give, the less I care



And the spoils of war rejoicing in our own death

As the work of giants crumbles



Content with blood