Wretched is my call
I am the thorn in your rose
I am your dreadful nightmare
I've tasted from the unclean host
You soon shall fall unto me!

Devastating anger, fullfillment through hate
stripped of any sanity, merciless will depraved
consumed by desolation, fierceness is my engine
surrender to fornication, hail the art of sin!

When my eyes are out of tears
No emotions left to feel

Swallowed by the abyss of ecstacy
tempted by the kiss of shame
grim malicious lunacy, finally unfolding the veil
inhale deep now the wind of the apocalypse!

Arrows of doom, soaked in wrath
covered in foam, destined to hunt down my prey
My bloodlust never to be quenched
my hunger never to seize
I'm in pain, therefore I am...
Malicious Grim Spirit