3 acessos
Seething slaughter, belief in slaughter
Eternal trauma for sons and daughters, yours
Skinning the saw blade, loving the raw blade
Kin to the sharp edge, loyal to nothing less
Born without a clue why the inclination to dream of homicide
Makes me feel... something
This volcanic violence blinding out your frozen eyes
Beautiful battles bloody burst before your black skies burn
Cruising for tyranny, evil soliciting
Whoring for justice crushing with such brute force
Breathing hostility, feeding the fire in me
I am the weapon embrace the weapon of choice
This volcanic violence blinding out your frozen eyes
Beautiful battles bloody burst before your black skies burn
I am the instrument of terror in the name of all tortured souls
of every murdered heart