Epitome of Death
Entrails
Wings of darkness, embrace me
For I am chosen, I am set free
Killing for pleasure is what I do
Death, you quench my thirst, I don't care who
Satisfaction is what I need, a morbid fix
Murder, my only urge is to murder
I feel empty without murder
It makes my life complete
I am the epitome of death
Murder, my only urge is to murder
I feel empty without murder
It makes my life complete
I am the epitome of death
The fear in their eyes, as I sharpen my knife
Tears and screams, as I take their lives
There is something inside me, a growing lust
The relentless urge has become a must
Doomed to a hollow life, I murder for kicks
Murder, my only urge is to murder
I feel empty without murder
It makes my life complete
I am the epitome of death
Murder, my only urge is to murder
I feel empty without murder
It makes my life complete
I am the epitome of death
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- The Tomb Awaits
- Abyss Of Corpses
- Berzerk
- Beyond The Flesh
- Blood Red
- Bonestorm
- Breath Of Blood
- Collection Of Cracked Heads
- Crawling Death
- Eaten By The Dead
- End Of All Existence
- Entrails
- Epitome of Death
- Euthanasia
- Evil Obsession
- In Pieces
- Midnight Coffin
- No Cross Left Unturned
- Obliterate
- Re-Animation Of The Dead
