He go the tired of this world and it’s crawling race And he choose not to live on this suffering surface It was when in the reverse side of agony he found out this bedstead As he never wanted to live on the up side
Preferred to meager into his unclean and dark tomb Where he had food his own filthy kind in years And fortified himself day by day as a bloodthirsty parasite Sucking as fuel all those lifeless corpses
