Born from the Scripture's Written in blood Pages made of Decaying skin Conjuring a vale Upon the virgin souls Forced upon the sulpher By the legions of hell Creatures of your nightmares Come through fire and brimstone To call my name! As I desire the blood from your veins Your silky blood stained skin Infatuates the smell Cold and rusted to the brim My nostrils can no longer endure Your coagulated sin As I consume your flesh i retain your mortal youth As my rotting corpse can no longer retain it This is your hanging noose As I stare Into your eyes my darling Cold dead and gray and fucking Bruised Deeply infatuated with the smell Of your rotting decay The consciences of my desires are grim The jury has found me guilty of my fucking sins Captured and taken in As i face my execution I stand before my judge and jury With my last breath i curse all you humans With noose around my neck I take my last breath With noose around my neck I take my last breath Born from the Scripture's Written in blood With pages made of Decaying skin As my spirit is recaptured in the book The book with all my conjured deaths Once read again i will return And feast on the flesh of thy virgin souls