Die!
Waiting in silence on the gray wall
Smoke is rising, reckoning the fates' call
...Down
In the face of death I spit my last curse
As Greed twist's the knife, it's but the next verse
Bloodstains blacken the ground
Cursed flesh, paid by the pound
Die!
Die!
Just die!
By my hand you die
Doomed to fall as snakes in twists of death, we die
Back turned to the lie
To the lie!
Mandala, mark of the treacherous
Rain-soaked skin, echoes of nefarious...
...Ones!
...Of the nefarious ones!
Cold hangs the setting sun
We shall meet again, forms untold
If...I die...soon will these lines be retold
You will never stand in the light of grace
Buried in abject disgrace
Die!
Die!
Just die!
By my hand you die
Doomed to fall as snakes in twists of death, we die
Back turned to the lie
To the lie!
Time to pay the price
I welcome the blade
Path of vengeance laid
Bred to spiral, fatal flaw
Screaming in the maw
Turn your back on me, feel my knife
Last gasp of life
Eons of vengeance, prison of ignorance
Mournful gods' compliance
Feel my knife
Curse all life
Marks upon the skin burn with hate
Roads that we create
Makes upon the skin seal our fate
Doomed to conflagrate
We burn!
Turn your back on me, feel my knife
Hear your last gasp of life
