I scorn all virgin and tattered flesh Disgusting victims of their own lies I have belayed my deepest affection With utmost vengeance I seek the end of Breath giving life
Overwhelmed with no self-control I hunt and wait to strike
In my domain I dwell, I am a master Misplaced in hell for the sake of reaching heaven Savoring this state of nostalgia Which cannot Will not Does not exist
Cold flesh Pale, elegant, and emaciated Never adequate for life Your lust for death Enthralled by the taste of hypnotic tragedy Here I am dreaming, lucid of the quietus of you And all that you hold dear
Cleansed of my conscience While spilling the blood within you Anxiously awaiting the rapturous euphoria I shall endure
There will never be forgiveness within my dominion Misplaced in hell for the sake of reaching Heaven Savoring this state of nostalgia Which cannot Will not Does not exist
Lust for your death Enthralled by the taste of hypnotic tragedy Here I am dreaming, lucid of the quietus of you And all that you hold dear
Cleansed of my conscience While spilling the blood within you Anxiously awaiting the rapturous euphoria I shall endure