Thorns On My Grave — Emperor

"I hereby commit my body to the ground sterilised and wrapped in plastic foil being an object of this space and time this body should remain concealed

for it holds every disease ever exposed it holds all pain and death I could ever unleash

beneath deceiving, fragile skin breathes the ever growing hate within

since the first glimpse of my existence I have fed this greedy infection

an aimless search for potential persistence found no escape from the fatal injection of life

for it holds every disease ever exposed it holds all pain and death it could ever unleash

beneath deceiving, fragile skin breathes the ever growing hate within

I am the father

I am the son my refugee soul has escaped this body depraved of final wishes I ask none but one now that I am gone lay thorns on my grave"