Dead to All, Pride of Man
Pure redemption faded
Catatonic, my existence
The next turn awaited

Consuming my mind, the beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender

Helpless cry, dismal dreams
Wretched souls awaken
Hated by all, resisted by some
This desolate wasteland

For I will kill again

Consuming my mind, the beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender

Murder Tragic, senses failing
Illuminating within
Soul by soul, thus I revel
Tendrils, blessed in sin

Can´t seem to stop the will to take hold of your soul

For I must kill again

Consuming my mind, the beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender

Destroying my mind, the beauty of my descent
Take hold of your flame
Repeat it, offender