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