Do you feel the jaws of my bastardsword when I stab you in the back? Frost in your spine, immunes you from all pain into a peaceful sleep Spots of black and blue, dance before your eyes, you're not hypnotized you're just dead The blade of my sword seperates the bones in your back and in your neck The art of immolation I am Jack. I bring you to the land of the dead You can't believe it, when you see me, but it's really me, believe me Yes. I am Jack. I bring you to the land of the dead. Take my hand and I'll take your miserable fucking life Slaughtered, you're just slaughtered. you dare not to resist me slaughtered, you're just slaughtered You feeble mortal worm The art of immolation [lead - Henri] Do you feel the jaws of my bastardsword when I stab you in the back? Frost in your spine, immunes you from all pain into a peaceful sleep You fail to scream for your breath is cut away from your throat just like your head