Из альбома: Season Of The Dead
taking away your scared life
in many ways I shall describe
suffocation decapitation or twist of the knife
nihilsm reigning deep inside
lacerate your skin
rip it from the bones
asphyxiated gargles
you struggle, suffer, moan
the need to feel you suffer
grows stronger everyday
the hatred on my face
will bring you to your grave
possessed from outer limits
watch the blood flow endlessly
stab and stab repeatedly
blood instictively begins to clot
demise draws near
smell the divine rot
now watch your crimson as it bleeds
another victim, another casualty
out of touch with reality
on a death trip fantasy
add another to my killing spree
the need to feel you suffer
grows stonger everyday
the hatred on my face
will bring you to your grave