Heathen Revenge

Cause of death, from various stabs 
All this blood, yet so unsatisfied 
An unforgiving hatred arises 
Ensnared in tortured pleasure 
No god can help you from this wrath 

As I enjoy your death 
Feeding on your pain 

With precision cuts, ending your soul 
Letting you rot in this forest of old 
Gazing at this miserable being 
Even your corpse is utterly pathetic 
Slaughtered in the night 

I am a plauge from the past 
See, feel, suffer 
Know that you will die 

Hear my cry 
Reap and never forgiveth!