Agony Slalom

No need for ritual slaughter
Bow to the crest of martyrs
I was born to pine away
Sacrificed at the alter
Cast down by your exalter
Haven’t you got any shame?
Agony’s the way that heroes rise
Covering your craft in morbid lies
Prostrate your mind and body
Hopelessly worn and bloody
Following the hand of fate
Goodbye to bold romances
Castrated song and dances
Purgatory just can’t wait
Any other way we’re sure to fail
Bleed for me today, you’ll soon prevail
Your fate is on your hands, so measure up your might
And cut me to the chase, 'cause now its fight or flight
Agony’s the way that heroes rise
Coveting your corpses I surmise