Arteries set on fire Explode and reach cold temples Lips shiver and get paleish Hoarfrost eyes stay wide open Plowed rotten wounds, flowing stream of gore is clothing Aching silence takes the silver from the veins Bloodstorm This is it, wishful bolt will bayonet your heart Pain gathers What have you done you miserable human being You can raise above it all, Gaze over the horizon of dreams, the red won't burn Pulsing among nothingness excruciatingly Blood turns into black Burn the soul, leave the flesh The void is here, nothing left