Cone Of Silence - Frozen

I have been chosen For mortal art My hallow call Of sculpturing with those who die I look into your face Ornated with your blood Your eyes focus me I am aroused by what's to come my dear Welcome to your death I'll let you die in pain There is no escape I'll get my artwork done Now you suffer from my hands that cut your skin Begging for a rapid death in vain My soul is frozen So is my heart Your passing, my kind of art Ripping in your flesh I like that tearing sound Painting with your blood Until I'm satisfied No, you can't expect me to have mercy Cause you're serving for an upper purpose My soul is frozen So is my heart Your passing, my kind of art Bleed, weep, screach for me As I pierce through your eyes Blind, tied, on your back I finalize my art Bleed, weep, screach for me As I remove your eyes Blind, tied, on your back My work is done Yeah! Welcome to your death I'll let you die in pain There is no escape I will get my artwork done Now you suffer from my hands that cut your skin Begging for a rapid death in vain My soul is frozen So is my heart Your passing, my kind of art