歌词
Rot through the skin. Deep within is where they cut and scythe.
Bleed them out. They spill about. One by one they end a life.
Hacking, they butchered them malevolently. Extirpate. Annihilate.
Bring forth unholy.
Amputation is done by singularity.
The fixation on the cold body enlightens me.
Draining blood. I cut. I splice. I slash. I dice the skin.
Untouched. They pray I stop, but I start to begin.