Death. Torture. Rape. Vivisection. How one dies is an impossible inquisition. Bring the rack, don't fight back, your bones will crack. Bring the Iron Maiden, it's spikes slowly impalin Bring the savage Celts in their blue woad to soak Roman blood unto Roman roads. Oh Death *Deaths verse* Your Death Your torture Your rape Your hanging, drawing, and quartering I'm your darkness in the closet I'm the darkness that steals children I'm the figure that rapes you I'm the figure that kills you I'm the figure of the final frontier I. Am. Death.