Cone Of Silence Frozen
I have been chosen
For mortal art
My hallow call
Of sculpturing with those who die
I look into your face
Ornated with your blood
Your eyes focus me
I am aroused by what´s to come my dear
Welcome to your death
I´ll let you die in pain
There is no escape
I´ll get my artwork done
Now you suffer from my hands that cut your skin
Begging for a rapid death in vain
My soul is frozen
So is my heart
Your passing, my kind of art
Ripping in your flesh
I like that tearing sound
Painting with your blood
Until I´m satisfied
No, you can´t expect me to have mercy
Cause you´re serving for an upper purpose
My soul is frozen
So is my heart
Your passing, my kind of art
Bleed, weep, screach for me
As I pierce through your eyes
Blind, tied, on your back
I finalize my art
Bleed, weep, screach for me
As I remove your eyes
Blind, tied, on your back
My work is done
Yeah!
Welcome to your death
I´ll let you die in pain
There is no escape
I will get my artwork done
Now you suffer from my hands that cut your skin
Begging for a rapid death in vain
My soul is frozen
So is my heart
Your passing, my kind of art