The exchange of the clips glistens,
but something's missing,
into the light they come but from the darkness they arisen.
Blood on the brick walls of enemies they caught slippin',
cus nothing can kick brawls of the fallen Vs the risen, out the spot light.
It's the festival of blood rights, dragons and snakes skeptical of gun fights
best if you rest or invest in reticules of sun sights.
for the living can't see em, the cadavered can't meet em, shadows living in the union of blood rites.

We do it!