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!
