Boris The Blade Atrophy
Bring forth the snarling jaws of the wicked
Embrace the carnage upon our nations
I shatter the laws of humanity
I am my own creation
I follow the stars of the blackest of nights
Scorned upon the suns first light
There are voices in my head keeping me alive
I stare at my blade's reflection but only see the sky
Could suicide soon be my sweet divine?
The skin is rotting right right before my eyes
I feel nothing beneath this empty sky
I can feel the misery approaching
Throughout these cold and horrid nights
There are voices in my head keeping me alive
I stare at my blade's reflection but only see the sky
Could suicide soon be my sweet divine?
I have walked the path of the dead and followed you every footstep
Leading me beyond this world
Into the bowels of hell