Atrophy کے بول

Bring forth the snarling jaws of the wicked Embrace the carnage upon our nations I shatter the laws of humanity I am my own creation I follow the stars of the blackest of nights Scorned upon the suns first light There are voices in my head keeping me alive I stare at my blade's reflection but only see the sky Could suicide soon be my sweet divine? The skin is rotting right right before my eyes I feel nothing beneath this empty sky I can feel the misery approaching Throughout these cold and horrid nights There are voices in my head keeping me alive I stare at my blade's reflection but only see the sky Could suicide soon be my sweet divine I have walked the path of the dead and followed you every footstep Leading me beyond this world Into the bowels of hell