Fate is punishing me with a kiss of death
It left it's marks on my broken soul
I was crucified with the nails of unlimited thirst
For supremacy
Life has left my body, funeral time
‘Round my grave the crows are gathering
Celebration of triumph, grotesque scenery
Wicked apostles they are - of a coming storm
The smell of decay
Bait for the worms
Final interment at the verge of ruin, resistance
Failed
Corrupted standards of values, perversion of life
Itself
The smell of decay
Bait for the worms
Final interment at the verge of ruin, resistance
Failed
Corrupted standards of values, perversion of life
Itself
