Days of grievance Days of mourning has passed Back from denial here I stay on my feet again Unspeakable pain Running through my veins Like a river of crystal pure hate
Walking down this path A left hand path marked with death Will my soul ever seek a peace? And here I wait Revenge is my mate Deranged bloodred dreams occupy my mind Thirst for a conflict, only death will justify My hand is on the trigger and I don't care if I die
Deathwish Deathwish Those lucid dreams you dread Deathwish Deathwish I wish you were fucking dead
Shadows in the dark Shadows that move, human shapes Moving forward towards where my body dwells Like infected worms Crawling graveyard stairs To feast upon my skin, flesh and soul
Now I stand Facing the inevitable end Driven by vital hatred and disgust Come closer and say There's something I have to pay For I will pay in my own fucking way My hand is on the trigger There's nothing left to say So make that move, fucker And make my day...
Deathwish Deathwish Those lucid dreams you dread Deathwish Deathwish I wish you were fucking deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
