Executionist - Coup de Grâce Lyrics

Lying awake on the killing field
Soaking in a pool of my blood
Succumbing to Hypovolemic Shock
Memories rush back in a flood
My whole life flashes before my eyes
Every single virtue, every single sin
I'll be dead and gone within the hour
And the cold sets in
Perishing with blade in hand
Become one with the blood-soaked land
Staring down death's black maw
Execute, Coup de Grace
My mind going dark, where am I?
Sounds of warfare all around
Diaphoresis, breathing grows quick
Soon I'll be one with the ground
I don't even know who I am
But I do know what lies ahead
The reaper appears to escort me to
The land of the dead
Perishing with blade in hand
Become one with the blood-soaked land
Staring down death's black maw
Execute, Coup de Grace
Perishing with blade in hand
Become one with the blood-soaked land
Staring down death's black maw
Execute, Coup de Grace
Massacre, Coup de Grace