Death Triumphant — Carpathian Forest

J. Nordavind '96

A cold sharpened blade plunge through the skin. Death triumphant. Death the king

Blood on my hands. Blood on my lips I took the frail bliss of your eyes and its darker than you think...

I violate. I come at night. My great endurance of body, mind and heart

Let me take you through... A gust of wind. Torrent of rain. Blood and semen Murder is art The cold blade. The cold blade.