Paroles de Heathen Revenge

Cause of death, from various stabs All this blood, yet so unsatisfied An unforgiving hatred arises Ensnared in tortured pleasure No god can help you from this wrath As I enjoy your death Feeding on your pain With precision cuts, ending your soul Letting you rot in this forest of old Gazing at this miserable being Even your corpse is utterly pathetic Slaughtered in the night I am a plauge from the past See, feel, suffer Know that you will die Hear my cry Reap and never forgiveth!