Laying on the floor with a smile on my throat
The bullet holes like polka dots on my coat
Buried face down with a ticket to hell
I'm coming back, I'm gonna take you as well
A fucking sinner and a demon in death

Bite marks will be a daily attire
And I'll destroy all of your deepest desires
Angels wouldn't save you from a torturous fate
The filthy stench of your existence I hate

Death rides on top of my wings and he holds tight
He holds tightly, to your soul
And you will be forgotten in the wake of the terror

Phantom in the dead of night
I thrive on their demise
I manifest in physicality for sight
Blood is but a thing of all I wish to fucking spill
There's not a reason, I'm just longing for the kill

Bite marks will be a daily attire
And I'll destroy all of your deepest desires
Angels wouldn't save you from a torturous fate
The filthy stench of your existence I hate

Death rides on top of my wings and he holds tight
He holds tightly, to your soul
And you will be forgotten in the wake of the terror
Claws rip the back of your legs and pull them tight, pull them tight
I'm death and you will be forgotten
In the wake of the terror

This life is but a speck in the frame of a multiverse
Full of hatred and fake love
I stand disciple of evil with no way out

Death rides on top of my wings and he holds tight
He holds tightly, to your soul
And you will be forgotten in the wake of the terror

Death rides on top of my wings and he holds tight
He holds tightly, to your soul
And you will be forgotten in the wake of my terror, yeah
In the wake of my terror