An End to Nothing - Goatwhore

Forced upon mankind, like a sharp knife, twisting inside

Spill this blood of purity, from a slit wrist, ending life

Transfixed on this task, revive the dead, a final breath

Suffer the curse of madness, wake the rotted flesh of the dead

Splintered shards of broken glass, tearing teeth through raw flesh

Revival is not complete, rotten soul of eternal sleep

Summon the phoenix from rest, ignite the ashes of death

Call upon the kings of flame, lend me the spell to resurrect

Inhabit the restored flesh for transition of this timely fate

Manifest this chaos of blood to restore the lifeless and reanimate

Plotting for these final days inside a bastard mold of deathly rage

Another sick experimental stage while kept in this undead state

Like a drop of blood in water

Infecting the clarity of purpose

The time has come to kiss the sun, this life of flame is born of blood

Dissecting thoughts of an ending loss, take the hand of eternal rot

This pain will be forged, under the knife of pestilence

Incantation of this death, cast this the spell to resurrect