Prepare for judgement
When the heart is gone and the body dies
The underworld atonement
Not for mortal eyes
Demon whores and wandering souls
Hex of pestilence
Bartering, piece by piece
What makes you whole
The pulse still strong
And with nothing left
No blood to flow
Why won't you rest?
Cursed I am to consciousness
No eyes to see, no voice to plead
For mercy I can't insist
No explanation
No divination
Hex of departure
Trappings of a martyr
The impossibilities
Are few to none
But the deceased
Are not predictable like the sun
I am the lord of death
But fail to reap this man