Hands grow numb, body shivers.
I can't understand what's happening to me.
In the eye of the fog
Fear takes over me.
I feel things happening inside.

 [bad word] nearer.
She relies on smell of rotten flesh,
She wants to take away my soul,
And to see my body 
decay through her eyes

Eyes are filled in by blood.
I feel the decay from within.
Huge bubbles on my skin burst.
Vile pus flows out from the wounds.
I smell rotten meat,
I fall on the ground.

Guts are thrown out of me
Eyes follow,
My body ecudes blood and pus.
My mortal life is ending/
I will not feel pain,
I am already dead.

 [bad word] nearer.
She relies on smell of rotten flesh,
She wants to take away my soul,
And to see my body 
decay through her eyes.

Heap of a vile swill 
All that remained from me