Tell me, why does your blood run cold at the sight of me? Is it because of my eyes? Or is it because you finally understand that you are nothing but cattle, and I've come to lead you to slaughter?
Come, can you stand before me? Have you the courage to stand before death himself? Or are you just like the other cattle before you, frozen in fear before your inevitable demise?
Tell me, why does your blood run cold at the sight of me? Is it because of my eyes? Or is it because you finally understand that you are nothing but cattle, and I've come to lead you to slaughter?
Tell me, why does your blood run cold at the sight of me? Is it because of the way my eyes glow red with the lust for human blood? Or is it because you finally understand that you are nothing but cattle, and I've come to lead you to slaughter?
Tell me, why does your blood run cold at the sight of me? Is it because you know death is staring you in the face? Or is it because you finally understand that you are nothing but cattle, and I've come to lead you to slaughter?
Tell me, why does your blood run cold at the sight of me? Is it because you know death is staring you in the face? Or is it because you finally understand that you are nothing but cattle, and I've come to lead you to slaughter?
Come, can you stand before me? Have you the courage to stand before death itself? Or are you just like the other cattle before you, frozen in fear before your inevitable demise?