Behold, our hero
Coming ever-nearer
Pulled to the water by his own reflection
No transgressions, fixed upon a one-way mirror

I see you so clearly
I taste the death in your kiss
You try to turn the world against me
And I feel revenge in my fists

Like a white wolf, I am aiming for the throat
And when the scarlet colors paint the snow
You'll know I was waiting

To bite
Bite
Like a wild cascade of opal
And the strength of a heavy heart
I will bite
Until you're ripped apart

The blood is art

Behold, our perfect son
Takes what he desires
Self-proclaimed, yet none to show for it
Sits high at the table for the God of Liars

I see you so clearly
You burn what you cannot cage
You try to turn the world against me
And I've been seduced by the rage

Like a white wolf, I am aiming for the throat
And when the scarlet colors paint the snow
You'll know I was waiting

To bite
Bite
Like a wild cascade of opal
And the strength of a heavy heart
I will bite
Until you're ripped apart

The blood is art
The blood is art
The blood is art