Is this sing mark of times?So I say to you, lordThe flower and the pain, walk me day and nightThe past and future are boundBetween my red teeth.In agony of life and deathSmell my anger lick my honey upDispense the wine and drink the bileThe rain will give what to drink to the deadThe blood will be elixir of lifeSmell my angerAnd lick my honey upSacred with blessed the lord will beThe emperor of all the lawsOnce more say smell my angerLick my honey upScred with blessedBut the lord will be the emperor of lawsThe laws in the death’s calvary