In Death - Is Death کے بول

Iridescent to the searching eyes, I'm all things vivid in a world of grey So easily spotted, so easily claimed in this domain where all is prey My thoughts a radiant beacon to the omnidirectional hunter-god radar I'm a markerlight of flesh to these subconscious carnivores I am them, I am teeth, I'm their arousal at the kill Feasting on self. A schizoreality warp. The contradiction fulfilled Focus the only means to see me back to life's unending swirl A reversal of passing away, as the world of dead, as away is now my origin