Battle Worn - Datura

You come before us born of clay

Still now no will

You stand before us without light

A broken thing stripped for parts

Battleworn betrayer

You feeble thing

What is left of your life

Battleworn betrayer

Of idle mind

You will learn

As above so below

You stand before us and beg for life

But we give much more

Steel your nerve now and cede this flesh

A harvest of your soul

Battleworn betrayer

You feeble thing

What is left of your life

Battleworn betrayer

Of idle mind

You will learn

As above so below

The black light shines upon this horde

Speak your truth and let it be known

Make a gift of your blood and bone

The black light burns away your soul