Can the pestilence within you be bled out
May I have the honor of this amputation?
Know that you have made an enemy
To show you the meaning of indignity
I live now solely for the pleasure of your slow decay.
Feel the
Pain of
Vengeance
Burn you,
Soon you
Shall know
Silence.
Silence.
With trembling hands you'll beg for mercy.
I'll show you none. 2x
Purified by my hand
In this my world 2x
It is salvation.
Your futile existence
Draws to a close
A cloak of lies drops.
The lies drop.
The lies drop.
Writer(s): John Campbell, Will Adler, David Randall Blythe, Mark Morton, Chris Adler
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