8 acessos
Schizophrenic paranoia overcomes
Lights from beyond, voices from dark
Dawn of massacre, everybody must die.
Maggots of light crawling
In morning rush hour
No one moves,
No one steps aside,
When my Amok starts.
Knifing, hammering (people to dead)
Death catching everyone, one by one
No way to avoid (My) morbid illusion.
Bleeding, Suffering
People lying in vanity
Blinded by fear
As I paint the sky red
With warm blood
Total devastation,
Ill-natured genocide
Dawn of massacre
Leaves dead bodies
Lying in urine and vomit.