Mors Principium Est

I feel the sickness starts to grow
Inside I bleed
My heart and lungs are infected
With disease
Not much time to spare
Only pain will follow
I start to think what I have done
In history
I hear the blade keeps calling
Let it taste my skin
My veins once were filled with blood
So pure and red
Cut them all I tell you
Cut them deep and crush them
I want to feel it while I can