歌词
Can the pestilence
Within you be bled out
May I have the honor
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
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Feel the pain of vengeance burn you
Soon you shall know silence, silence
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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
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It is salvation
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Your futile existence draws to a close
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A cloak of lies drops, the lies drop, the lies drop