Always following this trail of blood I leave behind
Can't out run it's mind, when it smells this pain I hide.
I am tortured by the fragile look inside its eyes.
Memories of a life distorted by the sands of time.

I a mere servant of pain, Developed by the agony hunted by fate.
Stalked by it's all consuming embrace, It know's how I bleed and fiends for the taste.

It's a box that I shall never escape.
Four walls, floor and roof, become my grave.
I love how it hurts when I feel the pain.
Punishment slowly burns away all of the shame.

A vision of time, Branded into my mind.
Creeping up my spine as I turn away from the blissful light.

The hyena awaits me, Thirsting for blood with a heart that is empty.
Feasting off flesh when it's done consuming, Buries the bones and finds it all amusing.

This poison seeping through my veins
Some call it blood, I call it pain, Foot in the grave, Awaiting the day.
This hyena will never cease hunting me.
Knowing my name, Scenting my hate, Familiar in taste, I become prey.

It stalks me on my path always letting me know I'm within it's grasp.
Howling hymns of the past, Death soon follows with time in its hands.

It awaits to feed, Circling me, Instinctively, I am undone.
It smiles through it's teeth, Waiting for me to accept what I see, Blood fills my lungs, I drown in mud.
It gnaws at my flesh, Tears me to death, Savours my breath.

My past has caught up to me.
I await it so pleasantly.
The irony is deafening.
Take me from the earth and replace me with a better being.

I am devoured by filth, Regression of thought and acceptance of guilt.
The hyena tears at the body I've built, Empty inside now my blood has been spilt.
I am devoured by filth, Regression of thought and acceptance of guilt.
Blood calls for blood I know this is real, I pay the price when my fate is sealed.

Death whispers to me beneath disturbed ground
I feel it's judgement as I slowly drown.
With the gnashing of teeth I remove my crown.
I accept what has come, a moment so profound.

The soul entwined with the memories of a past life.
It takes me at night, Accepting my penance I willingly die.

As time is taken from me, I can see beyond the sky.
I have seen this all before, Still I choose to wonder why.
Why was I born of hatred?
Why was I tainted light?
Why can't I feel sorrow?
Why can't I even cry?

I become nothing
Just another memory, Vanishing in the mystery of everything.
Leave behind only misery, Now I stand at the gates of eternity.

I am devoured by filth, Regression of thought and acceptance of guilt.
The hyena tears at the body I've built, Empty inside now my blood has been spilt.
I am devoured by filth, Regression of thought and acceptance of guilt.
Blood calls for blood I know this is real, I pay the price when my fate is sealed.

Pulverised into the utter nothingness, Emptiness will follow me knowing all that I seek.
I pay the price as the hyena slowly feeds, Tearing me apart thrown into a new reality.

Eurgh, I welcome its savagery.
Eurgh, Its presence so menacing.
Eurgh, It's always so welcoming.
Eurgh, It begins devouring.