Our Dark Design

Blood runs thick in here on our path

A violent recollection lost
Like a wayward drunkard son
A bastard king among his ilk
Regicidal and vile

Caught in a red-black glaze
Torn, stained photograph
Caught in a red-black glaze
Torn, stained photo—

Blood runs thick in here on our path
Blood runs thick in here on our path

A violent recollection lost
Like a wayward drunkard son
A bastard king among his ilk
Regicidal and vile

Caught in a red-black glaze
Torn, stained photograph
Caught in a red-black glaze
Torn, stained photograph