My life seems motionless, everything just a flow

In this time continuous, what do I have to show?

My art deprives from actions, my blade my paint brush

Allow me to get your attention, murder gives me my rush

From the shadows I strike, blade ever swift and sharp

Others made of my like, still hear the bang of my harp

Like an angel greeting a soul, ill parade my instrument

With eyes black as deathly coal, I’ll free you of earthly containment

I am death, my name is but a deep secret whisper

Till your last breath, you might see the world clearer

Blood is my drink, there is plenty to consume

I’ll send you to the brink, let darkness over loom

My reign of flame, all hail hate and despise

Cleansing the tame, of all wounds and lies

May in darkness you forever shall see

Home of the heartless, as far as the eye can see

Death maybe the ending, but also only the beginning

Eternal sleep is mending, but to those who are listening

Can hear the chorus, filled with anger and hate

For the innocent who adore us, It is time to clean the slate