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I lick my putrid soul

From a cutting edge, a distress signal

Nothing will disappear in this hellish reality

The blood stays stuck, I would never heal

Angry inanimate body, a loss of control

I walk in the dark embrace

From my hand all will perish

A monstrous thing is waiting

Nobody will be ready

Show me your delicate flesh

I will be ready when you are dead

My bloody flesh will remain obscure