I am possessed by death, perverted to unbelief
Showing no remorse, killing all those pigs
Slicing to your throat, hacking at your face
Ungodly thoughts arise, women I despise
Cadavers domain where I once stood
None remain apart from the blood
Visions of their deaths, bloody bodies lie
See the wounds on the flesh, it's you who's next to die
Watch you die in pain, I look with no shame
No hope for her to be saved, I laugh when others are grieving
So I came to you for death
Blood I spill, what's left, cold flesh
Artist: Crooked Fingers
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