Lying rigid on a table trying to move, I am not able
On my face a blood stained cloth I am dead but I am so pissed off
CHORUS:
I will possess my shroud take life for which I vowed
Choke men into their tombs I am the shroud of gloom
I will not stop 'till I am satisfied
Sending victims to the death zone squeeze their throat breaking the neckbone
Pulling entrails out of their mouths take revenge ripping their guts out