sweet you smile
your time nearly up
fill my ears with your toxic bile
soon I shal sip deeply from your cup

For flesh our knives do thirst
you beat that drum that called me to war
revel now for I shall bury you for your tryst
just earth and sliance no ceremony for a whore


and in your final through
as darkness suffocates
you will then know
my hand your fall did orchastarte

by unknown 2002