| [01:09.742] | Now I am become death. |
| [01:22.168] | Crawling, slithering along the edge. |
| [01:36.814] | Shattered splinters, frozen in an eruption of light. |
| [02:02.345] | Craving for stench of divine rot. |
| [02:08.586] | Scratching the bare core of hideous truth. |
| [02:15.306] | Wherewith shall it be received, |
| [02:18.724] | when the soule's precious vessel lies ruined and lost? |
| [03:48.830] | Now I am become death. |
| [04:01.246] | Pierced by those signals of transcendence. |
| [04:21.356] | Right at the 5 minutes of salvation. |
| [05:07.675] | The bitter blood of the Lamb. |
| [05:14.671] | Shattered grace. Ashen virtue. |
| [05:22.149] | The horror. The horror. |
| [05:31.038] | A precious jewel of His making. |
| [06:27.891] | And as the light embraces the wanderer, |
| [06:34.303] | as knees bend as thought is obliterated, |
| [06:40.429] | with the very moment that resistance has ceased, |
| [06:47.030] | now, I am become death, the enemy of man. |