Death Speaks to Her
Empty shell, begging for your death,
living with death as I turn my side to the west
Death speaks to her,
the undead has raise and and the reaper his seeds of decay,
cold rotting flesh to the bone.
How life could be short for her,
death always there.

Death upon Us
Disposal waste upon this earth predestination of reaction formation in the kingdom,
know to mankind as creation of the dead and stained strategic endocentric all up creation of the soul of mankind's a new death riddles our brains,
the haunting face and soul of civilization cannot be eased from me brutal cannibalistic.
Vanquish all left in this earth, death upon