Taste the bittersweet hatred That I place on your tongue For what are you not in my hands But a statue for me to create
I will be the flies The flies that infect you Decompose your binding flesh For you to bear the aura of death
Take a look around And see all the mistakes you have done Your guilt will follow in your footsteps Keep you from restoring peace of mind
Wherever you will walk It will be with the wind in your face Raped by the blazing darkness Raped towards infinite holocaust
Now reach for your dagger And drive it through their hearts For this pounding piece of flesh Is the one thing you do not possess
So let the blade be your soul And may it be a great prophet Hear the voice of salvation And tell their hearts of it
Taste the bittersweet hatred That I place on your tongue For what are you not in my hands But a statue for me to create
Take a look around And see all the mistakes you have done Your guilt will follow in your footsteps Keep you from restoring peace of mind
When you stand there alone With all the dying bodies around you You will see their questions In their eyes before they die
As you are the one left Let your laughter roll And for once feel complete satisfaction Before you slice the knife through yourselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.