I scorn all virgin and tattered fleshDisgusting victims of their own liesI have belayed my deepest affectionWith utmost vengeance I seek the end ofBreath giving lifeOverwhelmed with no self controlI hunt and wait to strikeIn my domain I dwell, I am masterMisplaced in hell for the sake of reaching heavenSavoring this state of nostalgiaWhich cannotWill notDoes not existCold fleshPale elegant and emaciatedNever adequate for lifeLust of your deathEnthralled by the taste of hypnotic tragedyHere I dream lucid of the quietus of youAnd all that you hold dearCleansed of my conscienceWhile spilling the blood within youAnxiously awaiting the rapturous euphoriaI shall endureThere will never be forgiveness within my dominionMisplaced in hell for the sake of reaching heavenSavoring this state of nostalgiaWhich cannotWill notDoes not existLust of your deathEnthralled by the taste of hypnotic tragedyHere I dream lucid of the quietus of youAnd all that you hold so dearCleansed of my conscienceWhile spilling the blood within youAnxiously awaiting the rapturous euphoriaI shall endure