Look down at the body

you may see no trace of wounds

but in the eye

the eye of the beholder

one cannot asume.



Not a drop of blood is drawn

but you know how it bleeds

beware of the sharp edged weapon

called human being



It is a shield of passion

and strong will

from this I am the victor

instead of the kill



I will not feed your hunger, instead

I bite the pain

looking not back, but forward

I bite down hard

try to cover up the trail of deceit

and daggers spawned from your soul



(Solo HammSchuldiner)



Acid, the tears of remorse

flow in vain, too late for regrets

save it

for the next ill fated game.