Frenetic bullets of destruction A mind revolving on the thorns of illusion Abused, tormented, pitiful life Line assembling of horror and brutality
Confused, despised To try the taste of blood No matter if it hits a child Piece by piece the mind ran by insanity
Outbreak of a maniac Haunted by disgraceful past
Cold blooded and methodical Agonized by an unseen terror Voices whispering around his head Possessed by the utmost hatred
Screams can be heard in the aisle of pain Outside the destroyed Dreams can never be regained
Why couldn't lord have protected All those souls? What is the sense of believing at all? Why have this massacre been allowed? Will the faith in your god save you now?
