Deep beneath the carcass the slow dance of agony. Terror of the demons. Terror of the souls prepared to die for the taste of blood. What is always loved born from your agony. Feast upon child into the eyes of sin. The dying time has ticketed all man's extinction. Taken down these paths forgive and so do these wounds that will never heal and that will never steal. These flames will consume you. Take a life and feast upon. Take a life and feast upon. Life's innocence is broken. Serenity has never spoken.