Your life never felt more important to you until the moment I cut off your arms.
You try to repent, but it is too late. The chainsaw has done all the work.
I see nothing but red. All-consuming passion for death.
Life racing out from your veins. Shrouding the walls as your life slips away.
This feeling that you wish would end, I do everything to prolong and extend.
Agony, my aphrodisiac. And your terror confirming that I am your god.
Lying there helpless you look up at me as blood gurgles out of your mouth.
Exalted and glorified is how I feel. The Omega I have become.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN