Vengeance rips through my body like a bullet from a gun My black heart is a motor of death My hate is the fuel to feed my bloodlust for you My feelings of happiness and remorse long been gone Now killing time has arrived, and to go with great stride I search for an outlet and find the only thing: murder My heart is stone, my morals deserted years ago My hatred has turned my soul to black I feel my humanity slowly decay I see your eyes open wide as you breathe your last breath My means of satisfaction: your agony is my joy Corrupted innocence has bred the killer in me My bloodstorm is never through You were born for the grave All I see is red, all I feel is pain, all I am is dead inside Now the tide has turned Your torment is my release Destroy the memories as I witness your suffering I deny you your existence My bloodstorm is never through Now you'll fucking die Bleed the pain away; the torture that you've created My bloodstorm is never throughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
