Life cares not for the soul Sir
That which it knows not for which it owns
Your glory to crush all in your path
Shows your mouth is of Hell alone
I have lived a thousand deaths
And risen as many times more
That you might possess the freedom of thy breath
That which you so adore
For you possess nothing but lust for blood
Thy stench shall be thy plight
My disgust I show for you nothing more
For you have lost the reason of life
