Right On Time For Murder - The Hunt (Part II)

Here for Jesus, the fear comes again
Human further, burns in murder
Blood
Basking in the heat, the poor crushed Earth
Screams arise, a on the tongue
Are you not to draw the blood?
Sky was it green? As green as iron nails
Storm, what colours unto thee
are with thou, which fill with water
Fantasy beckons a silent grey
Screams arise, a on the tongue
Are you not to draw the blood?