Bathory - Requiem

Watch me, I bleed now no more

My wounds one thousand and crisp

as life itself it drips away

a smile upon my lips

Cutting, slicing, carving

the blade slides deep in me

running warm blood

leaving my corps to be

Convulsions shatters my carved limbs

I now begin to feel the chill

the smile remains upon my lips

because likewise I die I kill

Crimson vision, inspiration

now it is time to ink my pen

and to summon my last strenght

to write my requiem

Covered in my own blood

words and music comes to me

now more dead than living

I compose in harmony

My blood forms notes on paper

splattered up and down the lines

creative even in death

I still smile as I die