A sharp ripping knife in the hand of fate The cold steel approaches to me I feel the gush of warm blood Flowing down on me I feel no pain just the frozen spider Running so fastly down my back My blood begins to freeze in my veins My head begins to burn Gore on my whole body Ridden I'm laying down Soaked is the bottom Of my blood that's cooling down Now fear and torment Grow up inside And I begin the resignation of my thoughts Sliced open I'm laying down My body begins to rot