Grave

Sadistic, killing of your mind
Pathetic, mutants in your brain
Damage, is already done
Failure, of the sacrifice
Confronting with your maker, paranoid vision a dream
Flesh is dripping cold
Day of mourning
Death is on your back
Watching, the angels die.
Altaer, the virgin's blood.
Drips, on the floor.
Praise your holy maker
Awaiting the hour of your death,
Create your own vision,