It's a cold claw that grasps your sanguine little heart   Clenches and drenches your lounges with blood   It's a cold skull that holds your fragile little mind   Soon crushed by the force that's moving up from behind      We are all sacrificed   When death drapes the altar   Soul putrification   Suffer the manifestation!!      Temple of Skin   Feel how rusty blades cut within   Temple of man   Torn to bits by death's hand      I will praise the grace of decay   The grand celebration of the wicked   I will haunt the Empyrean plains   Grind pure plagues to perfection      It's a trembling hand that holds time's dusty scepter   Dictating a code that suffers the law of the grave   It's an infected blade that cut your heart in two   The temple of skin is left dead to dream of you.      We are all sacrificed   When death drapes the altar   Soul putrification   Suffer the manifestation!!      Temple of Skin   Feel how rusty blades cut within   Temple of man   Torn to bits by death's hand      Slaves of death yet masters of life   Children of darkness but tyrants for light   we are the unspoken name, the untrodden path   a union benighted by left hand wrath