Texty: Torture Killer. Swarm. Forever Dead.

Trapped in the moment of death forever
Dead
I'm not a man I'm a fucking beast

Born to kill
Alive to die
You live no more

I hate you all
I wait to kill
To taste your blood

The cold embrace of the grave
We're all deceased
An empty hole awaits us all
Soon to fall

No escape from this fate
In the tomb
Violence my means to cure the innocent
No tunnel with light
No god up above
Just the wind of the flies
Only a coffin
To rot in the ground
To decay in the grave