Song of Death

Come bitches, I offer my body as bate

My own blood

Waiting for them in this endless night

Light turned on, waiting for a shadow to appear

And when it comes, I shall help it to its death

I’m sick of its bites, leaving its marks for all to see its triumphs

Awakening the phantoms within

The rage of a peaceful creature

Eyes of the sleepless

Heavy as heavy can ever be

So come, bitches, I offer my own tasty blood!

Come, so I can help you to your eternal sleep

And sing you the song of death  

(Damned mosquitoes)