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Darkness empowers me, sickened is my blackened soul

Look into the eyes of madness

Can you see the story to be told?

As a child I was tormented by society

In my world, I grew into sickness and disgusting pleasures

To torture life, practicing the arts of flesh and blood

To hear ''em scream, to see ''em beg for mercy

I am the one who brings absolute chaos

I am death incarnate

Behold my devilish mastery

To stalk my victims at random

Not knowing what hides in the shadows....death!

To look into their eyes

Their fear fuels my high

To climax by blood

The angel of death is smiling

For they all are forsaken by my hand

To cut away their flesh excites me

To fashion their bodies in ghastly art makes me proud

Grisly are the shrines of flesh I display

Stare through the eyes of sickness

The bringer of terror, torture and death

I am the vein that will drain them of their blood

And before me are images of faces and lifeless bodies

The last chapter of life to be told