Your death,your blood,your life,you're dead!
To the death-slit your neck-dark,dark demons haunt
The death-in death,demons haunt,The heart pumps then it stops
Flow through your life then you drop...
Blood-the blood-in blood dark demons haunt.The very blood that runs through you
It's tyme to die when skin turns blue!
Your skin turned blue you breathed your last breath,Rotten in the crypt is your next stop
Friend with the maggots in your head,Bleed again and again-die...You're dead.
Feel it dripping,formaldahyde you're prepared for the crypt-,But its cold in the grave,In my tomb
When skin turns blue
You'll know your tyme is through
You're dead inside of you
Crawl back into the womb
God damn-my soul!
God damn-All of you!!!