Arteries set on fire
Explode and reach cold temples
Lips shiver and get palish
Hoarfrost eyes stay wide open

Plowed rotten wounds, flowing stream of gore is clotting
Aching silence takes the silver from the veins

Bloodstorm
This is it, wishful bolt will bayonet your heart
Pain gathers
What have you done you miserable human being

You can raise above it all, gaze over the horizon of dreams
The red won't burn
Pulsing among nothingness excruciatingly
Blood turns into black

Burn the soul, leave the flesh
The void is here, nothing left