[Lyric] 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