Foul

Death is the World to me, this is the demise

I am the writher, devouring your soul like a bride

Hold on no thoughts, no Remorse anymore

Death; has the smell in you I smell it evermore

 

Scared you shall be seeing my shadow

I am someone who just appears out of your horrors

Only your soul will satiate my hungry

My lust, love is all dead now and forever

 

Even the lily and carnation turn black with the sting

There is death always close to you; then you thing

Your every laughter could change into sorrow

Live today, live now, there is no tomorrow

 

Your Sinning soul, attract me like a hunter to the hunted

It seems you banish life, and you are so unwanted

Nothing of you will hold true, nor any lie

Hope can be only one respite, this day you will die.