Throw out and kill
Nurish
And i'll breathe
The deathDie some
Because emptiness
Has grown old
Fire descending
The slow kill in the coldI, I got blood on my hands
(screamers)
Observe
Slowly sinking
Through dark waters
The reflection of dead eyes
A dark figure
Blinded by the rage
And tripped in chaos
Running into walls
Falling In The Slow Kill In The Cold
Horrible
(screamers)