Rigor Mortis Shroud Of Gloom
Lying rigid on a table trying to move, I am not able On my face a blood stained cloth I am dead but I am so pissed off I will possess my shroud take life for which I vowed Choke men into their tombs I am the shroud of gloom I will not stop 'till I am satisfied Sending victims to the death zone squeeze their throat breaking the neckbone Pulling entrails out of their mouths take revenge ripping their guts out In the dark alleys morbid actions rotting corpses give me satisfaction Senseless murder I have mastered cruel vengeance killing those bastards
