Catharsis - Ihsahn

To drain the blood from his veins

This black stinking oil

And scorch the print of every finger

On these cold hands

To pull the teeth from the jaws

Of this treacherous skull

As to shut the eyes and the mouth

To enveil his head

Impale his heart

To cut off every limb

That never touched the sun

All these burns

A burning offering to new blood that would bother

Why suffer?

To drain the blood

To scorch the prints

To pull the teeth

To shut the eyes

Enveil his head

Impale his heart

To cut off every limb

That never touched the sun

All these burns

A burning offering to new blood that would bother

Why suffer?

This crippled memory

This crippled memory

This crippled memory