Death comes to all,
this is your sweet welcome to pain.
Your torture does exist,
beneath the smell of burning flesh,
but, I'm still around on hollow ground.
Slaughter....The.....Gods.
Once upon a midnight death,
It fuels the hatred for the rest,
I have to succumb to madness.
Scraping steel across my chest,
I feel the pain the fear the rest,
you die so I exist.
Try to invoke the creature,
that buries demons in side of me.
Slaughter....The....Gods.