Hill Climber - The Blood Spring

A fountain of blood
Springs from the east
Its flow is strong
And its source is deep
Crimson liquid spills
From wide open wounds
An offering to Moloch
Refreshes its flow

The rivers in the east
Have all turned red
Their waters now stained
With the blood of the dead
Up stands a priest
To make a sacrifice
And down fall the people
To join him in his rite

It's better to be dead
Than born in misfortune
It's better to be dead
Than live with contortion
Life is the ailment
And death is the solution
Send your sacrifices
And watch your worries die

Generational genocide
The infinite tomb
A source of rushing water
A red mist makes a plume
Flesh amassed for offering
Blood drained for refreshing
Cut them down at their knees
Send them to the threshing

Sacrifice unto Moloch
Sacrifice unto Moloch
Feed the hungry god
Feed him death and decay
Sacrifice unto Moloch

Written by:
Caleb Neff

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