Bleeding tantrums from within
satan pays me for my sins
Punishing thoughts in my soul another soul the demon holds
Menacing winds and sudden pain
Another skull for him to gain
Many years in hell spent
Too late repent
I can see the demon
I can see death in your eyes
I can see the evil
I can see the hounds in the skies
I can see the anger
I can see the power you bare
I can see the smoke
From many deaths in the air
The burden of murder
A cold feeling from the depths
The perishing thoughts
As you take your last breath
King of the savages, conquer and ravage them,
slaves to the grave and the coffins that they're carried in.
Destined for greatness,
cast in the snake pit, but none slither more than the ones I break bread with.
Behead them, off their top at the jaw with the saw,
crowned in gore, a throne of war served by dead men.
And they deceive us these bottom feeders that can't lead us,
They still need us they try to bleed us they can't impede us.
skin is receeding
its tearing and bleeding
my eyes are streaming
while you are pleading
death has no meaning
now your not breathing
Separated from my flesh my will is everlasting,
If I had a soul to sell I'd sell it with no question.
No need for a conscience there is nothing to regret,
I could murder this entire planet, next day I'd forget.
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