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?
