Bathory - Requiem

Watch me, I bleed now no more
 My wounds one thousand and crisp
 as life itself it drips away
 a smile upon my lips

 Cutting, slicing, carving
 the blade slides deep in me
 running warm blood
 leaving my corps to be

 Convulsions shatters my carved limbs
 I now begin to feel the chill
 the smile remains upon my lips
 because likewise I die I kill

 Crimson vision, inspiration
 now it is time to ink my pen
 and to summon my last strenght
 to write my requiem

 Covered in my own blood
 words and music comes to me
 now more dead than living
 I compose in harmony

 My blood forms notes on paper
 splattered up and down the lines
 creative even in death
 I still smile as I die