Still Haunted by Flesh (Work or Torments Part II) Lyrics

Ravaged by my souvenirs
I'm still haunted by a deep
and unhealthy desire
Gnawing me from inside
Pursued by the human being
Which sleeps inside me
Nothing can stop my dementia

My real personality is substituted
For this diabolical entity
A gloomy character filled with hate
Excelling in the art of cruelty
I come to question myself
If I don't become mad
In personalizing the many-faces of my spirit?
Or just simply have I always been this horrid monster
Who can commit the worst infamies?

I cannot stay like this
I must attack again
Moments of lucidity become rare
I'm totally submerged in this world of horridness
A universe which is unreal for the moment
And which can just be materialized
By the bestiality of my acts

Phantasms are not enough for me
The taste, the smell, the flavour, the heat
Of flesh and blood are so faraway
Buried deep down in my spirit
Memory and souvenirs are nothing
Compared to the ecstasy
Which only the act of killing can bring me

My quest: come tot he end of my works
Which for the moment is uncompleted
I shall never be the same
I am a victim of a metamorphosis
The blood which runs through
My body is not the same
It's not mine anymore, it is inhuman
Lonely, I'm immortal...