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A sharp ripping knife in the hand of fate

The cold steel approaches to me

I feel the gush of warm blood

Flowing down on me

I feel no pain just the frozen spider

Running so fastly down my back

My blood begins to freeze in my veins

My head begins to burn

Gore on my whole body

Ridden I'm laying down

Soaked is the bottom

Of my blood that's cooling down

Now fear and torment

Grow up inside

And I begin the resignation of my thoughts

Sliced open I'm laying down

My body begins to rot