To Kill

Vultures circulating around
Maggots feasting on your flesh
Last thing you remember
Is the sound of your head split in two
The axe is what i wield
My tool to pain
There is no gain
You die in vain

To kill
Death takes ahold
To kill
Watch it unfold
Your body turns cold
Feel your time running out of your soul

I speak for the dead
I speak for the rotten
As i put you
In a coffin
Your fate is mine to decide
To live or to die
As time goes by
Six feet under you will reside

To kill
Death takes ahold
To kill
Watch it unfold
Your body turns cold
Feel your time running out of your soul



Credits
Writer(s): Harry Björck
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