Death, still I beckon thee Embrace me with your grandeur This mental cruxifiction leaves me desolate and cursed Eternally forsaken, profound misery Tormented by a reality of suffering Dispossess this agony that binds me Barely living, constant dread Withering, awaiting my lonesome end Years of bleeding sorrow and wasted breath Clawing the hourglass For I mourn each day deprived of death So scorn and forgotten, drowning within a boundless doom Desolation giving way to dead eyes Death I beckon thee Scorn, deprived of my destiny Cowardice, kneel, grace me with your presence For each breath I take is an agonizing and grueling lesson Kiss of death, take me away For thy touch shall grant me blissful escape Battered and bruised And I come for your pure salvation Tempting your malevolence to free myself of damnation Silent overseer Devour me with thy malignant grace Dispossess this agony that binds me Barely living, constant dread Withering, awaiting my lonesome end An intrinsic peril drowning within his doom Desolate and cold, guide me to my wretched tomb Without repentance I falter Lead me to rot So my name can be forgot Mangled and dismantled Every single breath feeds this vicious cancer Eternally forsaken Drowning within this doom Deprived of my destiny I dwell within this desolation Hand of liberation Free me from this oppression No longer shall I be ignored