Necrophobic

In the twilight hour at the dusk of my life I face the reaper's smile
I leave all fear as I cross the gates and begin my journey down
I found myself anaesthetic to dwell forever in sin
But slowly I awoke to feel my hatred burn within
I have sailed my ship on a sea of blood, ndless deep and red
I hit the shore with sails all torn, wounded, almost dead
Stranded in the underworld, growing like a seed
But I will find the ones above and I will make them bleed
Sinners come, sinners burn, sinners never leave
I'm not like them, I will return
My vengeance you will see