I dip my fingers in a roof of blood when slained bodies rot in the wake of plagess to write
Upon the forehead of a wicked face
Behold the face of death
Behold the face of man
Killing in tha smile
Slayer of it all trapped in the game of the enemy, see the death in his eyes
Dealer of the apocalypse, sealing our fate, selling the end temptation trough light extinction
Our skin will be burn as we have burned in the fire of atonement