And I smell the pestilence of the dead
deceased beyond comprehension is my body
my mind now flickering on and off
as the infestation begins
festering lifeless being
now waling amongst the living
vagrant dead now experienced
in the art of murder and martyrdom
tears of blood and rot I cry
into the morning night I wail
wail into the winds of captivation
now burning with a sensation of hate
why won't they help you?
why don't they help us?
what is this life now burdened by strife
just get back before I ruin you
one bad apple, I am just one bad apple
GET BACK BEFORE I RUIN YOU
GET BACK
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
TO ACTUALLY INVADE ON MY LIFE
AND BE SO KIND TO ME, SO GRACIOUS TO ME
I WAS PERFECT JUST BLEEDING ON MY OWN
MY VICTIM
YOU ARE A VICTIM OF MY POISON
I AM DAMNED
AND YOU ARE A VICTIM OF MY POISON
if you know what is good for you
my dreams will not come true
making love on a bed of corpses
as I scream at your lifeless body
49 carved upon your back
this is the experience that you have fallen into
I am a mind of warped terror
darkness inside my otherwise bright eyes
pools of blood reign into the night as I scream crimson murder upon the living
I am dead inside
a vampiric castration
this scar I have
a hot iron on my back
I am pain and destruction
it's a wonder perseverance has been my name
because the last thing I want is to cause life
now leave my mind before I poison yours
TO THE DEAD I AWAKE ANOTHER CASTRATION
TO THE DEAD I AWAKE THE MEANING OF LIFE...
...DEATH
I AM THE BRINGER OF THE COLD
I AM THE BEARER OF MUTILATION
YOUR BLOOD IS MY DOMAIN
AS I BATHE WITH MANIACAL LAUGHTER