Death Triumphant - Carpathian Forest

A cold sharpened blade

Plunge through the skin

Death triumphant

Death the king

Blood on my hands

Blood on my lips

I took the frail bliss of your eyes

And its darker than you think…

I violate

I come at night

My great endurance of body, mind and heart

Let me take you through…

A gust of wind

Torrent of rain

Blood and semen

Murder is art

The cold blade

The cold blade