Necrotic visions a torture to your mind Final Solution, your world is brutallized. Your screams are music to me your blood sticks to my skin A fetid smell corrupting an air that you can't breathe. Countless stabs in your stomach a painting made with blood. an artist full of rancor the body left to rot. Observe your butchered soul. Your life slowly diluting mesmeric agony your guts lay on my table you now belong to me. Your skin is torn by slashes you hear the sound of death you're free to leave this body exhale your final breath Necrotic visions a torture to your mind Final Solution, your world is brutallized.