The Withering Death - Autopsy

Feel my burning touch

It drains you of all life

Your thoughts enter my brain

Your skin brittle and dry

Afflicted by my fire

Your eyes are dead and dull

I watch you fall to ash

I will absorb your soul

The withering death, my final gift

My talent from beyond

And as you crumble, you only hear

My poisonous funeral song

A heap, a husk, a pile of you

Is what I gaze upon

You were a breathing waste of life

Now all you are is gone

Lead: Coralles