My skin becomes my haunted prison Amongst the dead I am destined to wander The seasons change, yet in my heart lie the seeds of eternal winter I have been accustom to murder Accustom to death For this I am not that of god I am that of no man, of no god My soul was lost of me long ago The only thing that remains mine still is the hatred in my veins Sloth, Envy, Greed, Gluttony, Pride, Lust, and Anger The seven tools of sin I have become a part of all It is too late for me, yet not for you Turn back my child Do not come here For mine is a prison, most inescapable I have been sentenced to life Forever condemned to live beyond the living, beyond the dead To drink the essence of life To feed on the innocent A prison of flesh -Sate Redd