World Dirtnap کے بول

Surrounded by filth Milking the life from my every pore Visions of smoldering limbs Bodies ground to gory wonder I smell their pain And wield my torch again Every ounce of hope I drain from their tears Mesmerized in bloody frenzy I cleanse the world of worthless offal Tenderly my tortures wax Like the orb whose light I thrive beneath A calendar of screams I see the last of them succumb The world�s final breath My great work fulfilled I wipe my brow and pierce the throat Mighty father, I come to you