Upon The High Horse Of Selfdestruction
Nattramn
Upon the high horse of self destruction
Wounded for life of course
Listen to the voice of pain
As the body screams: Torsion!
Determined to dive
Into the next wave
Of pulsating blood
The fire of life
No longer burns my flesh
I receive death
With eyes open
I have swallowed the key
Throw my bones to the pigs