Testo A Fetish

Flesh and bone
Hollow chest
Your curse I live
You follow
You haunt
The burden of your skin

And I need your blood A fetish
And I need your blood
On swift wings death will come
And I can almost fucking taste it
I crave your end
A reality you deserve
Brought by my hand

And it wouldn't be the same
If it wasn't me to pull the trigger
And my eyes roll back
As your spirit leaves

I'll take your hand
Guide you to the end Your time has come

Now your spirit leaves