Death Triumphant

[J. Nordavind '96]A cold sharpened bladeplunge through the skin.Death triumphant.Death the kingBlood on my hands.Blood on my lipsI took the frail bliss of your eyesand its darker than you think...I violate.I come at night.My great endurance of body, mind and heartLet me take you through...A gust of wind.Torrent of rain.Blood and semenMurder is artThe cold blade.The cold blade.