Atorture
Death is walking to you
Death is standing by you
Death is affecting you
Death is gazing on you
Death is inviting you
Death is whispering you
Death is...death is...death is putting scythe on your neck

The blood for the sacred feast to feed baby to be born
It splashes from fresh no cleanse the soul

Thy eyes are offered to life for eternity
Thy tongue is offered to life for casualty

Bulldoze, breaking shell of mind
Asphyxiate, struggling out of enormous pain and suffering
Drown
Bludgeon, smashing bones into pieces

Die it's desperate die it's desperate
This fire is holding your mire always
Nothing can not ever judge us at all, therefore no one will not help.
Desire we shared is going down into my heart

Thy arms are to life
Thy heart is kissed for life

Vice, waste, crime, false
Overdose a medicine in order to say good-bye

Kirisaita hane yami ni ochi
Akaku some uruwashiku azayaka ni moetsukita
To be dead in the end, farewell

Die it's desperate, die t's desperate
This fire is holding your mire always
Nothing can not ever judge us at all, therefore no one will not help
Desire we shared is going down into my heart.

Die, die, die, die