Curse Of The Thorns

At the limit of your sight.
On the narrow path you walk
You'll never realize
Wherefrom the voices laugh

Grow up ppor in spirit
Displaced from reality
In a meanly social state
Of fear and blind mistrust.

[Chorus:]
I'll be your master!!!
This is what you need
The force of my will...
Your sentence demise

I'll be your master!
Hand me you mind
Recognize the honour
To be one of my kind.

All visions seem to fail
Disturbed by unexpected.
All hope will disappear
Deranged menace to brake in.

Your lack of courage
With anger compensate
Will lead you to the masses
Will lead you to demise!

[Chorus:]
I'll be your master !!!
This is what you need
The force of my will...
Your sentence demise

I'll be your master!
Hand me you mind
Recognize the honour
To be one of my kind.