Atrophy - Boris The Blade

Bring forth the snarling jaws of the wicked

Embrace the carnage upon our nations

I shatter the laws of humanity

I am my own creation

I follow the stars of the blackest of nights

Scorned upon the suns first light

There are voices in my head keeping me alive

I stare at my blade’s reflection but only see the sky

Could suicide soon be my sweet divine?

The skin is rotting right right before my eyes

I feel nothing beneath this empty sky

I can feel the misery approaching

Throughout these cold and horrid nights

There are voices in my head keeping me alive

I stare at my blade’s reflection but only see the sky

Could suicide soon be my sweet divine?

I have walked the path of the dead and followed you every footstep

Leading me beyond this world

Into the bowels of hell