What does one say
When upon the tip of their tongue
Dances the lovely, dreadful word
murder
Blood fills thine eyes
And clouds the judgement of the gods
Blades dance happily
Before your frozen eyes
Sounds that could kill
The screams and moans of the tortured
Rip thine eardrums to shreds
On the skin of the damned
Does the molten rock of hatred drip
The heat mixes with blood
Encasing you in the cold, hard blood rock
And you're trapped in this molding
Smiling all the while
