In the blood
You swear you still got the fire
But when I touch you
You feel so cold
Your as hollow as your burned out eyes
Nothing left
Nowhere to go
Nowhere
Nowhere
Nowhere
You got nowhere to go
Desire burns you from the inside out
How does it feel
Not to feel?
I can't stand it when your around
Reminding me how you used to be
Real
You used to be
You used to be
You used to be
You used to be real
In the blood, it gets in the blood
In the blood, it gets in the blood
In the blood, it gets in the blood
In the blood, it gets in the blood
Woh, oh, oh, oh
Woh, oh, oh, oh
Woh, oh, oh, oh
Woh, oh, oh
It gets in the blood
To the Gates of Blasphemous Fire
Ten thousand men on a hill,
Ten thousand men on a hill,
Some of 'm goin' down, some of 'm gonna get killed.
Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue,
Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue,
Drummin' in the morning, in the evening they'll be coming for you.
Ten thousand men on the move,
Ten thousand men on the move,
None of them doing nothin' that your mama wouldn't disapprove.
Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold,
Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold,
All clean shaven, all coming in from the cold.
Hey! Who could your lover be?
Ten thousand men on a hill,
Some of 'm goin' down, some of 'm gonna get killed.
Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue,
Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue,
Drummin' in the morning, in the evening they'll be coming for you.
Ten thousand men on the move,
Ten thousand men on the move,
None of them doing nothin' that your mama wouldn't disapprove.
Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold,
Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold,
All clean shaven, all coming in from the cold.
Hey! Who could your lover be?