Genre: Technical Death Metal

[Words by Röndum, Music by Bryssling / Röndum]

Sores on my back mysteriously illustrates themselves.

Beyond medicine of current day I'm being tortured by this growing inflammation.
Blood [bad word] swift in my sweaty brow.
I feel this is a gift upon the price I just collected against my will I shall embrace it.
It drip-dries from its inverted, bloated head.

The blood in which I stand reflecting as I look down and see the anomalous thing.
changing in [bad word]  my expression, looks not human, I have seen this face in my awake dreams, an abomination, a form from the most wicked of depths has now been granted my distorted flesh.

sense of joy as my body bit by bit sloughs off.
Destiny, my sickening providence I shall accept with widespread wings.

With open eyes I start to feel delight.
Agitate no more, no doubts
I can't resist to heed the lights of the looming black.

My trophy calm and still, of life soon will be emptied, and with its red grant [bad word] 

No longer estranged from what I just fled, the pool is inside, for I'm not me and of now conceived again.

[Solo: Karlsson]

The wretched man of the cloth, like dust left swinging dead from the wall.
I must return to their nest, what I used to fear keeps on calling and I shall them join.
The order of chaos awaits in another world.
Disintegrate, I'll return mentally.
My body of scorn I'll leave here as they seize my soul.