Until Torment Baptizes Your Body and Soul

And the death won’t come easy, You don’t know what it is, When you suffer, you wail And you beg on your knees, And the sickness arises In vehement squall, Until torment baptizes Your body and soul You are skinned and you are gutted, But you're pretty much alive, Like a crushed rat in the gutter, Vainly struggling to survive, You feel creature coming closer, You know she’ll suck out your brains, And there’s no way to oppose her, And that’s what you're gonna face