Rot Of The Spirit

I burrow myself in dirt
From the earth I rise with an urge
A will to kill the definitions of man
Shit stained dreams are the fundamentals of me

My desire, my fire, a body count multiplier
Faint denial, no trial, deep flesh wound I dial
To forever, I lever, I chant while your head I sever
Through erosion, demotion from life to death, one motion

A turmoil lives in me
It rages and rapes all that lives within
I feed the violent flame with artificial seeds
Suppression fails, blocks will decay

My desire, my fire, a body count multiplier
Faint denial, no trial, deep flesh wound I dial
To forever, I lever, I chant while your head I sever
Through erosion, demotion from life to death, one motion

And for my final deed
I fulfill the last of my needs
Unleash the streams of my neverending depth
A transition from this world to next

My desire, my fire, a body count multiplier
Faint denial, no trial, deep flesh wound I dial
To forever, I lever, I chant while your head I sever
Through erosion, demotion from life to death, one motion