No escape from this lonely grave- buried six feet down

Molested, dumped in a hole, beaten, shivering

Scream for mother she can't save you

No God hears you, only death awaits you

Die by my hand, the master of the damned

The kill is what I crave- doom no prophecy will save

You re rotten already, now's your time to decay

A terminal illness called dead in the grave

A chance at a new beginning- senseless- vicious- violent,

Cold calculated killing in remembrance of the dead,

I've kept the severed head and dried its eyes for days

As I watched its body decay