Dismal night
Cold october rain
Your blood on the ground

Turns into dirty puddles

No pain

Lying in your sticky blood
And your fecal masses running out


Steel is cold
Pale reflection's moon on the sword
Penetraiting in hot flesh

It makes her cool

Steel without soul

But in cruel bloody hands
That presses cold sword
Somebody's life takes


Hands press cold steel
This weapon is lethal

Steel comes alive in hot blood
Death gives life to metal


Sword back to life in your flesh
Your body making dead
By pain & horror your thirst

Soulless steel quenches

It's your last revenge

Bodys' pungent stench.