Bloodcleansing

Blood, sweat and more blood Love turned to hate Light turned to dark And life turned to death Blood! The old engine is still running Cleansing! The cleansing of the body and soul (Then) reach out and touch the branches The branches of the oldest oak In these last autumn days When dim colours are over whelming And grim Cold hills darken Frost is setting in Discover something old Discover something new You have everything to fear You're hated here