My soul is amused

As I spit on you

Worshippers of weakness

You're poison to my mind



My soul is amused

As I cut through this mortal shell

Entrusted to me by the god of lies

I laugh in his face



The blade runs again, through mortal veins

It's been sharp for centuries - cannot rust

My body shivers in pain

As my blood is pulsing out of my veins



My soul, frozen to sluggishness

Now it can act freely

There's only one problem left (my veins hold holiness)

Purify them and let my soul fly free



It's freezing my soul

Now it will only freeze the ground

It incarnates the snow of eternal winter

As I'm purified from mortification



I see the true light

Death of mortal shells

Gathering of fallen angels

My soul is amused