Carnal Decay Sliced Open
A sharp ripping knife in the hand of fate
The cold steel approaches to me
I feel the gush of warm blood
Flowing down on me
I feel no pain just the frozen spider
Running so fastly down my back
My blood begins to freeze in my veins
My head begins to burn
Gore on my whole body
Ridden I'm laying down
Soaked is the bottom
Of my blood that's cooling down
Now fear and torment
Grow up inside
And I begin the resignation of my thoughts
Sliced open I'm laying down
My body begins to rot
