Weakened soul it's easy to see, possession and control it

pleases me! No holding back, the whore is fine! I cut out

her crotch, for it is mine! Grasping my throat cold and

wretched, breathless gasp, here comes axphyxiation! The

grave is calling to put me to rest, corpse lie rotting,

maggots and flesh! No holding back, the whore is fine! I

cut out her crotch, for it is mine! Blasphemed despodent,

re-creation of Heaven! Fallin' angels ablaze, sorcerer of

damnation, the weak shall perish, I spit on their

grave... the weak shall perish, I spit on their grave,

pleasure in pain as bones crackin' in your mind!