To Kill

Vultures circulating around Maggots feasting on your flesh Last thing you remember Is the sound of your head split in two The axe is what i wield My tool to pain There is no gain You die in vain To kill Death takes ahold To kill Watch it unfold Your body turns cold Feel your time running out of your soul I speak for the dead I speak for the rotten As i put you In a coffin Your fate is mine to decide To live or to die As time goes by Six feet under you will reside To kill Death takes ahold To kill Watch it unfold Your body turns cold Feel your time running out of your soul