... And Blood Shall Reign

My sword will cut through your tongue that tells the lies so sweet. My axe redeems you from your worthless life reigned by greed. My sword is not made of steel it´s something in my heart, it is hate, vindictiveness, it´s the will to tear your world apart. The cross you carry on your back are the sins that you did and penitent excuses I will never accept.
...and blood shall reign, if you ever get in reach of my sword
...virus erased, without you it´s just a better world
The bonds that tie me to your world are strengthened more and more. Caught in a prison of glass, I´m still searching for the door. I know that you fear the time my anger sets me free ´cause this will be the day darkness falls onto thee: you that you slashed my breast with strokes, enslaved me day by day. It will be satisfying when my scythe blows your head away