I am a vessel of wrath
I am an instrument to cut away the dead of society
Slowly I carve the soul of your broken body
Dissection...the slicing...to remove the skin (piece by piece)
Mutilation...you're screaming...is in vain (piece by piece)
Desecration...I'm tearing...your soul apart (piece by piece)
Disillusion...you're seeing...the truth (piece by piece)
Can you feel these icy hands
Gripping your soul, holding on
Pulling you down into your grave?
I hear laments of despair among the fallen
Our Eulogy is inscribed on the scrolls of the past
I am a vessel of wrath
I see the sun bleached bones of humanity
Lying sprawled across the barren wasteland