The Scalphunters - U.S. Christmas

Sickness, black as coal

We rise with dogs and follow darkness where it goes

We have slept and cut through blood

We have slept and cut through blood

We have slept and cut through blood

And bodies reek in our wake

Where is your fear?

Where does it hide?

A mark on your soul, for all time

Sickness, there is no pain, there is no deathbed

We have slept and cut through blood

We are one and war is god

We are one and war is god

We are one and war is god

And bodies reek in our wake