They are feeding me Demons of the cross They are haunting me Thoughts of murder becomes me My hands are instruments of the end I am slave to voices in my head Your blood runs black upon my skin The urge to kill grows stronger They are haunting me Thoughts of murder becomes My hands are instruments of the end I am slave to voices in my head A horror beyond all sanity Harmony in bodily desecration A horror beyond all sanity Serenity in putrefaction Crawling in entrails … Death becomes me Gnawing flesh from bone … Death becomes me Breeding pain and graves … Death becomes me Death Becomes Me A horror beyond all sanity Harmony in bodily desecration A horror beyond all sanity Serenity in putrefaction