The taste of blood Reminds me of this horrid place Your flesh so sweet Makes me think of a rotting corpse Vile Shameful Sinful ways Human filth has reproduced In the shadows where you hide In the dark where you were born Your scent so strong All the way through thickened mist Your face it melts With impure thoughts that suffocates Dreadful Fiendish Deadly deeds Temptations forces are too strong From the dead the spirits rise To deceive all your desires Who are these spirits Who do they serve Murdered messiah or Prince of the air Did their master conquer death Or is sheol where he And his goons perish