Rot Of The Spirit کے بول

I burrow myself in dirt From the earth I rise with an urge A will to kill the definitions of man Shit stained dreams are the fundamentals of me My desire, my fire, a body count multiplier Faint denial, no trial, deep flesh wound I dial To forever, I lever, I chant while your head I sever Through erosion, demotion from life to death, one motion A turmoil lives in me It rages and rapes all that lives within I feed the violent flame with artificial seeds Suppression fails, blocks will decay My desire, my fire, a body count multiplier Faint denial, no trial, deep flesh wound I dial To forever, I lever, I chant while your head I sever Through erosion, demotion from life to death, one motion And for my final deed I fulfill the last of my needs Unleash the streams of my neverending depth A transition from this world to next My desire, my fire, a body count multiplier Faint denial, no trial, deep flesh wound I dial To forever, I lever, I chant while your head I sever Through erosion, demotion from life to death, one motion