The Art Of Immolation Lyrics - God Dethroned

Do you feel the jaws of my bastardsword when I stab you in the back? 

Frost in your spine, immunes you from all pain into a peaceful sleep 

Spots of black and blue, dance before your eyes, you're not hypnotized 

You're just dead 

The blade of my sword separates the bones in your back and in your neck 

The art of immolation 

I am Jack. I bring you to the land of the dead 

You can't believe it, when you see me, but it's really me, believe me 

Yes. I am Jack. I bring you to the land of the dead. 

Take my hand and I'll take your miserable fucking life 

Slaughtered, you're just slaughtered. 

You dare not to resist me 

Slaughtered, you're just slaughtered 

You feeble mortal worm 

The art of immolation 

Do you feel the jaws of my bastardsword when I stab you in the back? 

Frost in your spine, immunes you from all pain into a peaceful sleep 

You fail to scream for your breath is cut away from your throat 

Just like your head