Do you feel the jaws of my bastardsword when I stab you in the back?
Frost in your spine, immunes you from all pain into a peaceful sleep
Spots of black and blue, dance before your eyes, you´re not hypnotized
you´re just dead
The blade of my sword seperates the bones in your back and in your neck

The art of immolation

I am Jack. I bring you to the land of the dead
You can´t believe it, when you see me, but it´s really me, believe me
Yes. I am Jack. I bring you to the land of the dead.
Take my hand and I´ll take your miserable fucking life

Slaughtered, you´re just slaughtered.
you dare not to resist me
slaughtered, you´re just slaughtered
You feeble mortal worm

The art of immolation
[lead - Henri]

Do you feel the jaws of my bastardsword when I stab you in the back?
Frost in your spine, immunes you from all pain into a peaceful sleep
You fail to scream for your breath is cut away from your throat
just like your head