Nastrond

The cold touch of the blade

Sinking deep in my chest

Steel seals my destiny

My lungs fill with blood

I left behind all I was

I killed my kind led by rage

And now with no remorse

I breathe my last breath

I open my eyes, I see no sky

Sunken knee-deep in a sickening mire

Revolting fumes are drenching my throat

Dead bodies floating in their entrails

Death and corruption is all around

Maggots are eating the flesh of the deceased

Gasping for air in this pestilence

I faint and become one with the mud

My skin is peeling

My eyes encrusting with pus

Wading rivers of venom and blood

I'm doomed to putrefy

The shrieks of pain

Of those condemned to suffer forevermore

Pervade my mind

I'm stranded in the Corpse Shore

Trapped in this place I decay

A hall made of serpents with stinging fangs

Scrabbling the bodies in morbid waves

Their bile leaks into my wounds

I crawl on streams of poisonous lime

Surrounded by criminal scum just like me

Killers and traitors with tainted fates

A horde of limbs pulling me down

My face is melting

My legs are starting to dissolve

Wading rivers of venom and blood

I'm doomed to putrefy

The shrieks of pain

Of those condemned to suffer forevermore

Pervade my mind

I'm stranded in the Corpse Shore

In this convulsing turmoil of death

Nothing remains but the echo of a man

Now this nightmare comes to an end

The Hound of Hel is coming my way

He tears apart my flesh and bones

I'm just a pustule of grinded meat

The Great Serpent engulfs my remains

And my shadow returns to the cold of the void