Agony Slalom - Slough Feg

No need for ritual slaughter

Bow to the crest of martyrs

I was born to pine away

Sacrificed at the alter

Cast down by your exalter

Haven’t you got any shame?

Agony’s the way that heroes rise

Covering your craft in morbid lies

Prostrate your mind and body

Hopelessly worn and bloody

Following the hand of fate

Goodbye to bold romances

Castrated song and dances

Purgatory just can’t wait

Any other way we’re sure to fail

Bleed for me today, you’ll soon prevail

Your fate is on your hands, so measure up your might

And cut me to the chase, 'cause now its fight or flight

Agony’s the way that heroes rise

Coveting your corpses I surmise