Angel of Death
Torture, blood, anger, grief
My dying soul lies beneath
The depths of hell, where it doth creep
The empty sockets of my eyes
Are cold and dark, I'm not surprised
My body is nothing, a hollow shell
My aching soul resides in hell
The eternal darkness that I seek
My broken mind makes me weak
The angel of death, it feels so right
Is the only one I'm with tonight