Texty: Clandestine Blaze. Night Of The Unholy Flames. There's Nothing....

I open my eyes
there's nothing I can see
except the blood dripping knife
on my own hand

I sniff the air
there's nothing I can smell
except the stench of human corpse
which lays on the ground

I touch the flesh
there's nothing I can feel
except wounds of sliced body
coldness of the dead