Из альбома: Gorespattered Suicide
I am the spreader of disease and sickness
A harvest of flesh is what I need
I thrive on human suffering
Endlessly I submit them to my greed
Licking the blade before I slide it in
Out pours memories, life and sin
The fluid you leak is what feeds my desire
Repeatedly I stab again and again
I'm the soul collector
The usurper of lives
I pronounce the sentence
The sentence of death
A robber of time as your death is premature
Ripping lives apart is what I'm living for
The sweet stench of human decay
As you fear my deed, resign and bleed
I am the spreader of disease and sickness
A harvest of flesh is what I need
I thrive on human suffering
Endlessly I submit them to my greed
Licking the blade before I slide it in
Out pours memories, life and sin
The fluid you leak is what feeds my desire
Repeatedly I stab again and again
Harvesting the blood
The dreams I have are drenched in blood
Festering the flesh
Through in human form my acts are of god
I'm the soul collector
The usurper of lives
I pronounce the sentence
The sentence of death