insipid dreams were flowing redna sea of sin from cattle thats been blednunbeknownst until the endnwith their backs to life they'd rather be home insteadnninfected skinnserrated grinnwhere was life and where does death begin?nthis hallowed sinnwont spoil withinnreveals a path an exalted life to livenntranscending life through sleeps decreenthis i wear shall taste debrisnthrough rancor find serenitynvisceral holocaust to seennunto the beast an image madenof broken flesh culled from the sharpest bladenthey say we men are wretched thingsnso full of hate lost hope and broken dreamsnnthe cold the steel the razor the bladenthe tighter the noose the faster we fade