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Fridged nights turned to violent storms

Cold hands freeze crawling worms

Dead, yet alive, my body begins to contort

I once more live, amongst the violent horde

The wind feels like knives against dead skin

Abomination of life, banished for sin

Sadisted urges are birthed, can't be judged twice

Fuck your god, be my sacrifice

Die

Die

Die

Open up your pelt, your agony brings satisfaction

Bones are scattered 'round, getting off to desecration Decayed ears hear not to your empty cries

Your beating heart will be in my hands tonight.