no escape from this lonely grave- buried six feet down
molested, dumped in a hole, beaten, shivering
scream for mother she can't save you
no god hears you, only death awaits you
die by my hand, the master of the damned
the kill is what i crave- doom no prophecy will save
you re rotten already, now's your time to decay
a terminal illness called dead in the grave
a chance at a new beginning- senseless- vicious- violent,
cold calculated killing in remembrance of the dead,
i've kept the severed head and dried its eyes for days
as i watched its body decay
