كلمات The Withering Death

Feel my burning touch It drains you of all life Your thoughts enter my brain Your skin brittle and dry Afflicted by my fire Your eyes are dead and dull I watch you fall to ash I will absorb your soul The withering death, my final gift My talent from beyond And as you crumble, you only hear My poisonous funeral song A heap, a husk, a pile of you Is what I gaze upon You were a breathing waste of life Now all you are is gone