Blood sport for immortals
Angels enter my portal
I trap them for their wings
It's their fault they're corporeal
Angels catching the fade
Pray that they die before I amputate
I savor the sound when I rip them away
Flaying the fey like I was Gilles de Rais
In the treetops of my forest
Weaves a latticework of gold
Where tangled angels writhe in anguish
In an awful stranglehold
Wires sharp as razors maim them
While they writhe and thresh and moan
It tears their flesh but spares their wings
Fillets the meat clean from the bone
Fish in a net, flies in a web
They writhe the same but there's no hope
I poach for fun, a killing joke
To the spite the god that made us both
From an arrow through the jugular
To golden threads of gossamer
Spent many years stoking their fears
Becoming heaven's torturer
My father, can you hear their screams
I take from you what you took from me
My happiness turned suffering
This is still your will supposedly
Blood sport for immortals
Angels enter my portal
I trap them for their wings
It's their fault they're corporeal
Angels catching the fade
Pray that they die before I amputate
I savor the sound when I rip them away
Flaying the fey like I was Gilles de Rais
Grief-stricken by tragedy, that rabid dog
My wounds of the spirit grow septic, from god
Her death was so senseless she died for your cause
No virtue will be risked while there's air in my lungs
From the chateau I still see her ghost in the fog
Haunted by her death now I seek to do harm
Life is a rigged game and we're destined for loss
There's no meaning at all and it's not worth the cost
Blood sport for immortals
Angels enter my portal
I trap them for their wings
It's their fault they're corporeal
Angels catching the fade
Pray that they die before I amputate
I savor the sound when I rip them away
Flaying the fey like I was Gilles de Rais
Blood sport for immortals
Angels enter my portal
I trap them for their wings
It's their fault they're corporeal
Angels catching the fade
Pray that they die before I amputate
I savor the sound when I rip them away
Flaying the fey like I was Gilles de Rais
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Blood sport for immortals
Angels enter my portal
I trap them for their wings
It's their fault they're corporeal
Angels catching the fade
Pray that they die before I amputate
I savor the sound when I rip them away
Flaying the fey like I was Gilles de Rais
In the treetops of my forest
Weaves a latticework of gold
Where tangled angels writhe in anguish
In an awful stranglehold
Wires sharp as razors maim them
While they writhe and thresh and moan
It tears their flesh but spares their wings
Fillets the meat clean from the bone
Fish in a net, flies in a web
They writhe the same but there's no hope
I poach for fun, a killing joke
To the spite the god that made us both
From an arrow through the jugular
To golden threads of gossamer
Spent many years stoking their fears
Becoming heaven's torturer
My father, can you hear their screams
I take from you what you took from me
My happiness turned suffering
This is still your will supposedly
Blood sport for immortals
Angels enter my portal
I trap them for their wings
It's their fault they're corporeal
Angels catching the fade
Pray that they die before I amputate
I savor the sound when I rip them away
Flaying the fey like I was Gilles de Rais
Grief-stricken by tragedy, that rabid dog
My wounds of the spirit grow septic, from god
Her death was so senseless she died for your cause
No virtue will be risked while there's air in my lungs
From the chateau I still see her ghost in the fog
Haunted by her death now I seek to do harm
Life is a rigged game and we're destined for loss
There's no meaning at all and it's not worth the cost
Blood sport for immortals
Angels enter my portal
I trap them for their wings
It's their fault they're corporeal
Angels catching the fade
Pray that they die before I amputate
I savor the sound when I rip them away
Flaying the fey like I was Gilles de Rais
Blood sport for immortals
Angels enter my portal
I trap them for their wings
It's their fault they're corporeal
Angels catching the fade
Pray that they die before I amputate
I savor the sound when I rip them away
Flaying the fey like I was Gilles de Rais
Angels enter my portal
I trap them for their wings
It's their fault they're corporeal
Angels catching the fade
Pray that they die before I amputate
I savor the sound when I rip them away
Flaying the fey like I was Gilles de Rais
In the treetops of my forest
Weaves a latticework of gold
Where tangled angels writhe in anguish
In an awful stranglehold
Wires sharp as razors maim them
While they writhe and thresh and moan
It tears their flesh but spares their wings
Fillets the meat clean from the bone
Fish in a net, flies in a web
They writhe the same but there's no hope
I poach for fun, a killing joke
To the spite the god that made us both
From an arrow through the jugular
To golden threads of gossamer
Spent many years stoking their fears
Becoming heaven's torturer
My father, can you hear their screams
I take from you what you took from me
My happiness turned suffering
This is still your will supposedly
Blood sport for immortals
Angels enter my portal
I trap them for their wings
It's their fault they're corporeal
Angels catching the fade
Pray that they die before I amputate
I savor the sound when I rip them away
Flaying the fey like I was Gilles de Rais
Grief-stricken by tragedy, that rabid dog
My wounds of the spirit grow septic, from god
Her death was so senseless she died for your cause
No virtue will be risked while there's air in my lungs
From the chateau I still see her ghost in the fog
Haunted by her death now I seek to do harm
Life is a rigged game and we're destined for loss
There's no meaning at all and it's not worth the cost
Blood sport for immortals
Angels enter my portal
I trap them for their wings
It's their fault they're corporeal
Angels catching the fade
Pray that they die before I amputate
I savor the sound when I rip them away
Flaying the fey like I was Gilles de Rais
Blood sport for immortals
Angels enter my portal
I trap them for their wings
It's their fault they're corporeal
Angels catching the fade
Pray that they die before I amputate
I savor the sound when I rip them away
Flaying the fey like I was Gilles de Rais
Writer: Mark Shaw
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid