| Watch me, | |
| I bleed now no more | |
| My wounds one thousand and crisp as life itself it drips away a smile upon my lips | |
| Cutting, slicing, carving the blade slides deep in me running warm blood leaving my corps to be | |
| Convulsions shatters my carved limbs | |
| I now begin to feel the chill the smile remains upon my lips because likewise | |
| I die I kill | |
| Crimson vision, inspiration now it is time to ink my pen and to summon my last strenght to write my requiem | |
| Covered in my own blood words and music comes to me now more dead than living | |
| I compose in harmony | |
| My blood forms notes on paper splattered up and down the lines creative even in death | |
| I still smile as | |
| I die |