Epitome of Death - Entrails

Wings of darkness, embrace me

For I am chosen, I am set free

Killing for pleasure is what I do

Death, you quench my thirst, I don’t care who

Satisfaction is what I need, a morbid fix

Murder, my only urge is to murder

I feel empty without murder

It makes my life complete

I am the epitome of death

Murder, my only urge is to murder

I feel empty without murder

It makes my life complete

I am the epitome of death

The fear in their eyes, as I sharpen my knife

Tears and screams, as I take their lives

There is something inside me, a growing lust

The relentless urge has become a must

Doomed to a hollow life, I murder for kicks

Murder, my only urge is to murder

I feel empty without murder

It makes my life complete

I am the epitome of death

Murder, my only urge is to murder

I feel empty without murder

It makes my life complete

I am the epitome of death