When I walk through the out of known  Dying, crawling soldier  When you're gone fear is grown  When I walk through torture    As the blade is, cremations dead  Falling down, the screams of hate  Falling nature, falling world  Killing fortress, down to serve    What I am dying for?    Torture, killing, rest  What I fell at best of all    Should I ask the answer?  Should you die by cancer?  Creatures are coming up to fear  Things are getting lesser    This time, I kill you, by my hands.  This time, I thrill, you now scream.    When I walk through torture    Suffocated, reconnected, cut together, kill with pleasure, morbid visions,   Stripped and strangled    When I raise up the axe and my body is out of my eyes  No raising, no calling, should know what I've disguised!