When I walk through the out of known

Dying, crawling soldier

When you're gone fear is grown

When I walk through torture



As the blade is, cremations dead

Falling down, the screams of hate

Falling nature, falling world

Killing fortress, down to serve



What I am dying for?



Torture, killing, rest

What I fell at best of all



Should I ask the answer?

Should you die by cancer?

Creatures are coming up to fear

Things are getting lesser



This time, I kill you, by my hands.

This time, I thrill, you now scream.



When I walk through torture



Suffocated, reconnected, cut together, kill with pleasure, morbid visions,

stripped and strangled



When I raise up the axe and my body is out of my eyes

No raising, no calling, should know what I've disguised!