Paroles de Thus Death

Arising from wreaking bones, limbs laying on blood splattered stones, Cryptic nihilistic slaughter, vomiting blood and holy water, Death is salvation, Morbid reincarnation, I am Deaths' living breathe, Frozen rotten flesh, tearing skin, Dead within, lifeless and pale, Stench of decomposition, in black lungs, inhale, by the cold fist clutching my rusty knife, And once again, I breathe in their lives within, only to kill again, I am eternal, whilst they remain helpless, thus, Death