I call upon He who is of shambling flesh

Charred skin, and facelessness

Keeper of torment, keeper of agony

Relinquish my spirit, set my mind free

I call upon He that is vindictive

It is I that will triumph, and you will be the victim

Beg for your death, like I begged for mercy

Beg for your children to be sleeping at home safely

Sinner, be silenced

Your beloved shall perish at the heart of this violence

Catacomb of sorrow, you'll enter in my stead

Rattle your rusted shackles, you are already dead

Scream at the Keeper, scream for your godless existence

Sinner, be silenced

Your beloved shall perish at the heart of this violence

Kiss the sigils, and yearn for death

Search for forgiveness, you'll find

There is nothing left

Clockworth effigy

Addicted to revenue

Violated atrophy fined

Gathering innocence

Finding, there is nothing left

Nothing left, there is nothing left

Nothing left, there is nothing left

Nothing left, there is nothing

I'm nothing, I'm nothing, I'm nothing