''A choice is made, made of free will, just like the choice, the choice to kill, in the speed of the moment life stands still, now your standing in my killing fields.'' or Dormancy Spirits await rebirth From their sleep They will soon awake Restless dead Catching the wiff of hate Blood they anticipate They will soon drink Murderers Subconscious attraction On their graves Blood will now spill Ancient bones Reform in grounds below Born, as the blood will flow Killing is all they know Blood They live, they thirst Blood Coalesce