[J. Nordavind '96]



A cold sharpened blade

plunge through the skin.

Death triumphant.

Death the king



Blood on my hands.

Blood on my lips

I took the frail bliss of your eyes

and its darker than you think...



I violate.

I come at night.

My great endurance of body, mind and heart



Let me take you through...

A gust of wind.

Torrent of rain.

Blood and semen

Murder is art

The cold blade.

The cold blade.