Texty: Necrophagia. Season Of The Dead. Forbidden Pleasure.

confusion starts to fade
I lay in a pool of blood
cold chills under my skin
a sign my life's coming to an end

cloud of mist
I travel at light speed
the tunnel of life escaping me
burning grip takes hold as I die

sulfuric gas collides with acid rain
my body burns
everlasting pain

a lost soul searching for domain

I beg for mercy
my torture never stops
endless hemorrhage
suffering for the sins of life

forbidden pleasure
the rite to live
a time to die!