Phlebotomy Songtext
von Bokor

The eyes of the dead are suspicious, when the flesh′s rotting down to the bone
The lungs stopped breathing, the heart stopped beating
The soul vanished from the corpse

The faint sound of rattling bones
A shattering presage for the presence of the loa

Blood is demanded and blood will be shed
A sacrifice through phlebotomy

Blood is demanded and blood will be shed
A sacrifice through phlebotomy
Blood is demanded, and blood will be shed


Preserving the deceased from disintegration
A shell made of flesh, implanted with depravity
The stench of rot, infected with pestilence

Blood is demanded and blood will be shed
A sacrifice through phlebotomy
Blood is demanded, and blood will be shed

The foul flesh will rise
Never to think or feel again
Bound to my will, no rest for the dead
Forever rest in pain
Spreading the disease, spreading the disease, spreading the disease