Wrath Without Hate کے بول

Awakened to the sound of lies Blessed with a wicked pride Random yet golike Consuming but well worth its prive Not to become the thing I already am Followed by mercy towards the ones deserving pain Revenge is a wine It will mature with time Wrath without hate will serve us fine It isn't your mind that dreams But your heart Believe the lies it sees Cherish the tender memories Nurture and they become reality Not to become the thing I already am Followed by mercy towards the ones deserving pain Revenge is a wine It will mature with time Wrath without hate will serve us fine You take my hand and look me in the eye I'm the god of emptiness With plain hollow to supply Yours to behold Yours to defy Wrath without hate must serve us fine