Corpus Mortale

Tempt Not The Knife

Corpus Mortale


A life in filth
And endless poverty
Is now erased from existence
Their misery, the darkess purity
Exposed to its foul forbiddance
A tangled dark world of pain
The dawn of infamy
The urge to kill is insatiable
Order of sodomy
Sick twisted thoughts is revealed
Sharp blade deep in the flesh
A hollow soul for me to steal
Dead body used as a crest
The wasted souls have been sacrificed
An ego boost from those who have died
Eradicated then immortalized
The blade is finally satisfied
An empty world of disillusion
Abruptly ended by my knives intrusion
Tempt not the knife
Tempt not my temper
Stabbed point blank from behind
Stripped down and severly brutalized
The blade of death is the decline