Swan song sings
Death grows in
Withering shafts
The grey days
Clandestine
Wallow in nothing
Back less break
And turn the screws of pain

Immense burn less time hate kill feed
Hate kill less time

Man strung trapped
Cornering
Sweeter than life above
Made up
Cast the worm wood
Return
Return in your blood

Immense burn less time hate kill feed

Tray are seeing chapters
Master burns in me
Crosses clutter faster
Crumble black flag of history

Immense burn less time hate kill feed

Man who grow pictures the freak show
Dense and fattened by a magic elixir
Heat scores burn the shell
All to see your private private hell