2004-11-19 -- 12:32 a.m. Death parts us with such sweet sorrow. Brings together such bitter tones, Unwanted, uncared, Just a little bit of blame, Mixed in to take it way from you. Bless this warriors clad, And take such meager hits, All below thy frowning face, Never has red fingers been, So carefully placed. Fall’s armored body, Hits the floor, Uncounted causality of war! Sword no longer red, But burning with wretched, Fucking lust, So close I sway only to find, That length is what I lack. Such busting muscle, Unnoticed, Glass filmy eyes, Fill with oceans water, But sweet to taste. Bottle them for me, Thus I can have a taste! Bleed deep into my soul, Let is sink so blooded, Fucking sink deep into my soul. Embrace what only, Murder wants, Tall tale of sheer, Red blood walls. Buried deep beneath the ice, Lay’s what my heart wants the most. Bitter fucking life. Bottle it for me, Thus I can have a taste.