Final Discorporation

Back in a time of witchcraft
There were black sabbats
To speak out a spell
And to be one with the darkness

Chorus:
You're accused of black magic
And holding dark rituals

Your body is separated
Blood spouts out your neck
Your head starts tumbling
You're not ready dead

Chorus

Death by guillotine
Is not a rapid death
Your soul lives on for seconds
So you see your body twitch
Seconds they seem like hours
Your flesh it starts to burn
Release your blood
The only thing you own
(repeat)

Final Discorporation
Final Discorporation

Back in a time of witchcraft
There were black sabbats
To speak out a spell
And to be one with the darkness
... With the darkness
To be one...
... With the darkness
To be one with the fucking darkness