He created his own world with pride, just like an illusion that help him to survive Built with bricks from a deluded mind, Which in blood was seeking what in love could not be found He got relief in doing what others cannot hope for, in death, finding his own way to live Hatred, blood, fire, burning his mind! Murder, lust, Satan, lord of his wrath! He strived to fight his urges; Vile needs for blood and rape - And found shelter in his own exile A forest embraced his soul, as concrete never could, shaping his own persona from his hatred of mankind Satan, the mad drifter! Like thunder in the mountains, his thoughts grew deep and dark As waves that strike the cliffs he struck at humanity Blessed with the mind to comprehend life, like none would dare to see In a circle of stones, bathed in moonlight, the blood-red deed bore witness to the nature of his inner wrath Blood soaking the soil, it fuels the beast within Blood soaking the soil in which his forest feeds He looked within to find the meaning of his life, and he could find no sense at all And then an unknown voice inside his head becomes louder, and together they decided their fate Blood soaking soil, it fuels the beast within Blood soaking soil in which his forest feeds In the search for himself he only found a beast, one that was too strong to suppress As he stabs his own heart he screams his epitaph: "I'll kill those bastards once again!" Kill us all!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
