Slaughterer Of Souls

(álbum: Morbidity Triumphant - 2022)

You are a withered husk
Turned ashen by my touch

And though you beg
You quickly fall
Deader than night
Your soul my thrall

Your skin is useless
My flesh lust fed
Your bones in splinters
Your essence bled

Oblivion is what you crave
The spine of your mind
I've rotted and saved

I will slaughter your soul
Forever an infected endless hole

Burn the light
Out of your bloodsoaked grasp
The time for repentance
Burns dark in the past

I will slaughter your soul
Forever an infected endless hole

Not a trace is left of you
Each scrap of skin forgone

The snuffing of a mortal flame
Banished to the void beyond

I will slaughter your soul
Forever an infected endless hole

An infected hole