Reflections of death passes my eyes as I'm cutting you down slice by slice Your face is a messy and sore I attend my diet of gore Trapped and insane I can't go back entering the gate of black lost in a dream of blood everything to please my god Reflections of death passes my eyes as I'm cutting you down slice by slice Mistrusting my predicted belief life is mourning death is grief Trapped and insane I can't go back enter the gate of black lost in a dream of blood everything to please my god..