Tearing a hole to your chest, one stab struck in your neck
Deep blue skin, the worms set in, my trophy of impalement
Tearing the soul from your chest, your headstone is re-written
No disgust when fucking the dead, it's the living I feel resentment
Art of impalement, grace in killing victims
Living or dead, it's all the same
I make them all scream in pain
Tearing a hole... tearing the soul...righteous wrath, instant death
Spear driven through the neck, the last remaining seconds of life
In fear of what comes next
Art of impalement, grace in killing victims
Living or dead, it's all the same
I make them all scream in pain
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