Why don't you go for help?
I heard your conscience's been bleeding since we last spoke
It was about time for that beast to die
Vampires
Lycanthropes
Hold your fire we've got bigger problem than us
It's an abattoir stinking enemy

Raise the crows and they will rip your eyes
Raise the cross and they will rip your spine
Your spine
Your spine!

What we hate will bind us together
What we loved has brought more slaughter to this place
These streets
Their screams

By now imprsoned by the needles around your shrine, who
Crafted this master plan
In my skin and it's not coming out, it's not coming off
From here you can hear the howls of those red and blue
Sirens chasing me across this town like a hungry dog
Hunts a trace of blood

Raise the crows and they will rip your eyes
Raise the cross and they will rip your spine
Your spine
Your spine!

What we hate will bind us together
What we loved has brought more slaughter to this place
These streets
Their screams
These streets
Their screams

If this is called sinning
Well then race me to hell
This is called sinning!
Well then race me to hell

Whoah-ho!

Ah-ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha