Rites Songtext
von This Gift Is a Curse

We will be like the wolves
We will be traitors hiding among the unsaved
We will be the carriers
With words ever unsung
What was hidden inside will now crawl out

Rites holy rites
I bleed out from the scar of our dying world
Rites holy rites
Baptized my soul in His scarlet mass
Rites holy rites
Where Death is certain...
Rites holy rites
... life will mean nothing at all!


You are a lost flock
There will be no aid
No white shepherd
(This is) No worship - this is war

Break away from the heard
Bash in their doors torch down their halls
Break away from the heard
Sweep all traces
Cut through the mist
Break away from the heard
Bash in their doors
Break away from the heard
Cut through the mist
Break away from the heard
Torch down their halls
Break away from the heard
Sweep all traces