Death Angel -

Laying on the floor with a smile on my throat

The bullet holes like polka dots on my coat

Buried face down with a ticket to hell

I’m coming back, I’m gonna take you as well

A fucking sinner and a demon in death

Bite marks will be a daily attire

And I’ll destroy all of your deepest desires

Angels wouldn’t save you from a torturous fate

The filthy stench of your existence I hate

Death rides on top of my wings and he holds tight

He holds tightly, to your soul

And you will be forgotten in the wake of the terror

Phantom in the dead of night

I thrive on their demise

I manifest in physicality for sight

Blood is but a thing of all I wish to fucking spill

There’s not a reason, I’m just longing for the kill

Bite marks will be a daily attire

And I’ll destroy all of your deepest desires

Angels wouldn’t save you from a torturous fate

The filthy stench of your existence I hate

Death rides on top of my wings and he holds tight

He holds tightly, to your soul

And you will be forgotten in the wake of the terror

Claws rip the back of your legs and pull them tight, pull them tight

I’m death and you will be forgotten

In the wake of the terror

This life is but a speck in the frame of a multiverse

Full of hatred and fake love

I stand disciple of evil with no way out

Death rides on top of my wings and he holds tight

He holds tightly, to your soul

And you will be forgotten in the wake of the terror

Death rides on top of my wings and he holds tight

He holds tightly, to your soul

And you will be forgotten in the wake of my terror, yeah

In the wake of my terror