Sink to mothers sick world
Ripping soars of blackned hate
Shadows guide his hand
Stills a soul and grips onto a promised fate
True d**h awaits
Wicked words are whispered
Streams in a ghostly sickened dance
Thicking time bomb
The fuses led, all hope and reasons lost
One more life that should not be
One more d**h won't set him free
One more prayer, more wrath his will
Once more free to bind, torture, k**
Nailed to the cross in sin
Choking a life so innocent
His God, his madness
He is the sum of all your fears
d**h approaches when he nears
In a dark room, king of pain
Pure lunacy his realm
Puppet masters moving string
Pull thigh on evil reign
Automated play-thing
Finger points to a palace of skulls
Trophies hang, the hunters prize
You become his pray
More wrath his will
d**h won't set him free
More wrath his will
Life that should not be
More wrath his will
d**h won't set him free
More wrath his will
d**h approaches when he nears