Bloody Terpsichorean Art - Desecravity

The splendid motion to produce

The only one art

Lit up by the moon

Alter ego stands next to you

The shadow brings forth shades

See your existence and value

As one of the chosen one

You can not hide the lie

No matter how you dress up

I smell blood on you

Sins begot enemies

And stain themselves in red

Throw off your mask

There is neither morality nor ethic here

This is just a game, no need

To stop killing each other

Along with the blood flowed out

The flesh will become a beautiful figure

The new realm of art is born

Shed blood, insufficient number of death

Sacrifice is inevitable

Squeeze blood of gods and goddesses

The bloodthirsty demons from

The realm shrouded in darkness are coming

The realm of you is marching toward the end

And stand at the beginning of new stage