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