'' In the cold shadow of a pale morning,
The mutilating fingers dance their art,
Sharp as steel, quick as the wind,
They sculpt the flesh in a shrill cry ,,
'' In the cold shadow of a pale morning,
The mutilating fingers dance their art,
Sharp as steel, quick as the wind,
They sculpt the flesh in a shrill cry ,,
Something made for some black metal band .
Something made for some black metal band .