Death Grasp Oblivion - Demiurg

Entrenched in bitter soil,

twisting in the mud of days that past

Drowning in regret,

clawing at the possibility of a painless death

And then the death sets in,

empty sucking open bin

It needs to eat your soul,

your flesh will soon be an empty hole

The eater of souls has come

Run and run no more

This hole is the whole,

it eats both creator and whore

Death grasp oblivion

Death claws at your throat…

Death grasp oblivion,

the fingers of the foul ripping

Grasping for your life,

the rusting meatcleaver of unlife