Bloodsoaked, the limbs of the body Slashed from a thousand cuts Ripped and slaughtered I fall Arteries opened wide Lacerated Vortex, whirling My skin, my arms, my face, my eyes A living dissection
Slice lacerate Cut out my guilt Paint, engrave The signs that do reveal Carved, written on The canvas of my skin
A million razors of glass A wall of stainglass bullets Raging through the air, cutting through my flesh In violent burning winds Cyclone hailing death
With flesh split wide open With fibres torn apart The winds are cold but burning Here I fall
Silence fills the air Voices whispering in guilt Dead, godless and alone The winds rise anew
Verdict to castigate The cycle never ends Peace is absent here and so is grace Churning torment Into ash dissolve Storms of shards raging through the void Endlessly