Marasm

Teh fatal marasm in the temple of pain
The deceptive night reveal her dark vision of the psychical perversion
In my murder thinks I drink the glass of blood of innocent victims from my nightmares
Feel of the blood thirsty is growing with ecstasy
The hand with knife become as one
Invite the life with laught of rotten breath

The abyss of hell is burning in my mind
Killing my last breath of forgive
In my mad imagination the begin of murder art has begun