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
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] to me
 now more dead than living
 [bad word] in harmony

 My blood forms notes on paper
 splattered up and down the lines
 creative even in death
 I still smile as I die