Baltum - Darkest Corners

What will be of my mind?
With all these voices inside
Raging with no restrains
Damnation, eternal pain

What will be of my mind?
With all these voices inside
Raging
Raging

I wonder in darkest corners
Revolving the shreds
Looking for solace
These voices inside my head
Screaming, clawing

I´m losing myself
Losing myself

Tearing at my brain, again
Again
A poisonous call (feed) to feed from the dead
The dead

Losing myself
I´m losing myself

Tearing at my brain again
Again
A poisonous call (feed) to feed from the dead
Dead, dead

All is blood craved instinct
The will to feed the need
I´ll tear at everyone you love

And cherish every chunk of flesh
I´ll feed from every need

Consume your milky white skin
Bathe in your blood
Bathe in your blood

I pray you're still alive to see
Your blood in me
In me
In me

Voracious instinct
To consume your body
Insane demands
The growing hunger
My Lord commands me
I am his puppet
His strings the hunger
Frailness the motive

Oh what have I done?
Crumbling like you're already gone
Waking up, is this a dream?
Your body is rent
You're gone in a scream

Bring it forth, a sea of blood
In dark delusions this world unfurls