I am a vessel of wrath   I am an instrument to cut away the dead of society   Slowly I carve the soul of your broken body   Dissection...the slicing...to remove the skin (piece by piece)   Mutilation...you're screaming...is in vain (piece by piece)   Desecration...I'm tearing...your soul apart (piece by piece)   Disillusion...you're seeing...the truth (piece by piece)   Can you feel these icy hands   Gripping your soul, holding on   Pulling you down into your grave?   I hear laments of despair among the fallen   Our Eulogy is inscribed on the scrolls of the past   I am a vessel of wrath   I see the sun bleached bones of humanity   Lying sprawled across the barren wasteland