Flesh Strewn Temple
Autopsy
3:59You are a withered husk Turned ashen by my touch And though you beg, you quickly fall Deader than night Your soul my thrall Your skin is useless My flesh lust fed Your bones in splinters Your essence bled Oblivion is what you crave The spine of your mind I've rotted and saved I will slaughter your soul Forever an infected endless hole Burn the light Out of your blood soaked grasp The time for repentance Burns dark in the past I will slaughter your soul Forever an infected endless hole Not a trace is left of you Each scrap of skin forgone The snuffing of a mortal flame Banished to the void beyond I will slaughter your soul Forever an infected endless hole An infected endless hole