Slaughterer of Souls

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 blood-soaked grasp
The time for repentance
Burns dark in the past

I will slaughter your soul
Forevеr an infected endlеss 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