The mask on death does not scare me.
In the night it calls only for me.
It asks bloody things.
Nitemares to come true, only for me.
Within my soul it does fear death.
But the fleshy prizon does not.
From hell to my heart,
I know what it wants.
A sacrifice only from me.
Bloody arms and dizzy thoughts,
Never leave my mind.
I know what it wants.
It asks bloody things.
Nitemares to come true, only from me.