I carve my restless knife in me, and swallow the fear of my fate
You never thought my intentions were indulgences of an unexplored hate
A thrilling set of pungent emotions have awoken my slumbering need
Come to be the Death-Marquises victim, let my instruments make you bleed

Sick and twisted acts of depravity; obedience under impulsive decision
Crimson stains the periphery, minimal resistance from the opposition
With a destructive rationale beside, your transparent skin turns blue,
We are so cold when you are dead, so are the objects Ive placed in your

Blood splattered angel; molested with blades
My katharsis, and my muse; wrapped in plastic

Scrape the dead of my loving lips and take the obscene further
Caress the blood, from a subjective mannequin; of this unseen murder
Acts of passion, dreams fulfilled; you werent given any choice
The vital spark in your eyes is gone, my desperation stole your voice

Blood spattered angels; molested with blades
My katharsis, and my muse; wrapped in plastic

[Lead: Marcus Lundberg]

Wash the blood away from the hands of deeds, and let the petrol flow
Watch the flies fight about the tiny thats not buried 6 ft. below
Perversions turns to ashes, after Ive sacrificially enlit a fire
All is gone but an empty soul, there are no more traces of my sick desire

Blood spattered angel; molested with blades
My katharsis, and my muse; wrapped in plastic

Your god is dead, but I am alive