Can the pestilence within' you be bled out?
May I have the honour of this amputation?
Know that you have made an enemy
To show you the meaning of indignity
I live now solely for the pleasure of your slow decay
Feel the pain of vengeance burn you
Soon you shall know silence
Silence
With trembling hands you'll beg for mercy
I'll show you none
I'll show you none
Purified by my hand
In this my world
In this my world
It is salvation
Your futile existence draws to a close
A cloak of lies drops
The lies drop