d**h 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 d**h,
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.