Skin rips like canvas as I
Cut across your flesh
Pulp pulsating from your torn up heart
Caresses my skin
Deep toned in our red
In the attack of the pain
No sense will escape
Sheer feeling of hatred
Flows through the veins
And a tumor of joy
Dislodges from the soul
And a growth made of hope
Rejects from the core
Panic state of the brains
Turns us into sheeps
Not a king, not a pawn
Will avoid the shivers of death
Into the night
My soul shall ride
Unspoken spirits
Lurk in the room
A darkened figure
Will take us to doom
And the demon's whiff
Will see us die
Your hand on my soul
My soul on your heart
This moment, love
Weird obscure art
Tear bonded dedication
Surrounds the act
And the demon's whiff
It will breathe us to death
In the name of what once was true we dig into dark depths
My sights into black, your screams into silence
Oh, we greet you, lord of death
In the attack of the pain
No sense will escape
Sheer feeling of hatred
Flows through the veins
And a tumor of joy
Dislodges from the soul
And a growth made of hope
Rejects from the core
Panic state of the brains
Turns us into sheeps
Not a king, not a pawn
Will avoid the shivers of death