Though the flesh may falter, the spirit will endure the ages
Death, the essence of release, to free us from our cages

Rage in the Grave, with the moldy billowing silence
Taste the salty lips of freedom, erase yourself in rushing red laughter

With ivory lips and a face so pale...
Death comes with the scent of God on her lips...

Homicidal rapture, I brutally murder myself...
Spread your blood around, and inherit her wealth

Emotions subside, as pain drips from her sweating eyes...
In aching resentment, I turn my eyes to a silver-grey sky

Does heaven yet hold, a place for an agonized soul...
Or does eternity await, deep in some decaying hole...

Lay down your arms and face your worm-filled fate
Mighty soul, abort the flesh and roar with hate

Strike down thy hammer, noble lady of abrupt demise
To the fatal land of death and slumber, where rests the wise...

Rage in the Grave, within the airless confines of your coffins
In rotting continuity, the body fails and the spirit wins...