Weakened soul it's easy to see, possession and control it pleases me! No holding back, the who*e is fine! I cut out her crotch, for it is mine! Grasping my throat cold and wretched, breathless gasp, here comes axphyxiation! The grave is calling to put me to rest, corpse lie rotting, maggots and flesh! No holding back, the who*e is fine! I cut out her crotch, for it is mine! Blasphemed despodent, re-creation of Heaven! Fallin' angels ablaze, sorcerer of damnation, the weak shall perish, I spit on their grave... the weak shall perish, I spit on their grave, pleasure in pain as bones crackin' in your mind!