Scent the epitaph of my memories
A Crypt for my deadly Grieving Soul
I used to look Through the eyes of an existence serene!
Now, lying dead, among noxious qualities!
Comes this deadly parade and the other - worldly shade
To a Crimson anesthesia
A Refuge for my mind
Can you feel the obsession of my universe
If you could, should you stand next to me
Chosen from Birth Seduce the end, with the Axe
I suffered you many times you filthy trickster
Now the Crypt is now yours you may rot the hell Alone
Septic visions descending from the cemeteries of a wasted day
The hardest of realities
A Few words and you drop to your knees
Beside that naked body of madness scarred
Can you feel the obsession of my universe
If you could, should you stand next to me
Chosen from Birth Seduce the end, with the Axe
Die with me
[solo P.B.]
