Blind Greed

Blood on my hands
The precious son
Is a murderer

And he's not ashamed
Of himself
I just took what I wanted

Death shall come over you
You are condemned
I am the one
I make my fate

You think you are free
But you're a slave of selfishness
You're trying to own
The sky but you're going to your grave

In my arms
The only son
Who dared to silence me

And he may not see
That the blood
Is his own

Death shall come over you
You are condemned
If that's your choice
This is the end