Can the pestilence Within you be bled out May I have the honor Of this amputation? Know that you have made an enemy
To show you the meaning of indignity I live now solely for the pleasure Of your slow decay Feel the pain of vengeance burn you Soon you shall know silence, silence With trembling hands You´ll beg for mercy I´ll show you none I´ll show you none Purified by my hand In this my world in this my world It is salvation Your futile existence draws to a close A cloak of lies drops, the lies drop, the lies drop
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