Heathen Revenge

Cause of death, from various stabs
All this blood, yet so unsatisfied
An unforgiving hatred arises
Ensnared in tortured pleasure
No god can help you from this wrath

As I enjoy your death
Feeding on your pain

With precision cuts, ending your soul
Letting you rot in this forest of old
Gazing at this miserable being
Even your corpse is utterly pathetic
Slaughtered in the night

I am a plauge from the past
See, feel, suffer
Know that you will die

Hear my cry
Reap and never forgiveth!