The Art of Immolation Lyrics

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 neckThe art of immolationI 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 lifeSlaughtered, you're just slaughtered.
you dare not to resist me
slaughtered, you're just slaughtered
You feeble mortal wormThe 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