My soul is amused  As I spit on you  Worshippers of weakness  You're poison to my mind    My soul is amused  As I cut through this mortal shell  Entrusted to me by the god of lies  I laugh in his face    The blade runs again, through mortal veins  It's been sharp for centuries - cannot rust  My body shivers in pain  As my blood is pulsing out of my veins    My soul, frozen to sluggishness  Now it can act freely  There's only one problem left (my veins hold holiness)  Purify them and let my soul fly free    It's freezing my soul  Now it will only freeze the ground  It incarnates the snow of eternal winter  As I'm purified from mortification    I see the true light  Death of mortal shells  Gathering of fallen angels  My soul is amused