I **** people with the knife of fear without hesitation
In their world, its just another day of hallucination

Churning out muck from the milk of the bodies of the dead
Seeing them die with agony in hell's own bed

The pleasure I receive,the relief that I get
From the ****** bodies that I behead

The terror that grips them day and night
I never miss it out of my sight

The web of commonness to which they stick to
I give them a new world of pain to go through

I, the doctor of the dead and devil of hope
I give their demented souls a boat of peace to row

The darkness that lurks around and the silence that prolongs
That is the only thing they see and in their ears that echoes around

I slash them with the sword of anguishness
I help their suffered souls to attain true tranquilness

I relieve them from the trance they live in
From the decayed mind with which they from heaven ship in

I see the agitated bodies lying in my hands
Whom I bury with the shovel of hatred into the blood stained sands

The ethereal hearts,in my hands I take them
I shred them out and give the dogs to feed them

I live to see them get killed
And with a sigh, I pray to the God of Hell and dream of someone someday devouring upon my dead body's filth.