Lying rigid on a table trying to move, I am not able  On my face a blood stained cloth I am dead but I am so pissed off    I will possess my shroud take life for which I vowed  Choke men into their tombs I am the shroud of gloom  I will not stop 'till I am satisfied  Sending victims to the death zone squeeze their throat breaking the neckbone  Pulling entrails out of their mouths take revenge ripping their guts out    In the dark alleys morbid actions rotting corpses give me satisfaction  Senseless murder I have mastered cruel vengeance killing those bastards