Cylidian
Weapons of Mass Consumption
Open fire on the cowardly evils of one sided warfare. Blood shed for a god of misguided and distorted morals. The promised land, the shower of riches promised to you. For all the innocence slain you will suffer by my hand.
Peace, lies dying in your arms.
Pray for hatred to light a fire in you. My pure rage is a weapon.
A thousand deaths you will pay for what you thought was right. You savage, brutal, waste of flesh. The slaughter of you and the ones you love, will bring me sweet closure. You call yourself a martyr? But your cause is full of shit!
Peace, lies dying in your arms.
Pray for hatred to light a fire in you. My pure rage is a weapon.
Strike down upon you, with the force of a thousand fists. Crush the maggots, and watch the flock succumb.
Peace, lies dying in your arms.
Pray for hatred to light a fire in you. My pure rage is a weapon.
Pray for hatred to light a fire in you. My pure rage is a weapon.
Peace, lies dying in your arms.
Pray for hatred to light a fire in you. My pure rage is a weapon.
A thousand deaths you will pay for what you thought was right. You savage, brutal, waste of flesh. The slaughter of you and the ones you love, will bring me sweet closure. You call yourself a martyr? But your cause is full of shit!
Peace, lies dying in your arms.
Pray for hatred to light a fire in you. My pure rage is a weapon.
Strike down upon you, with the force of a thousand fists. Crush the maggots, and watch the flock succumb.
Peace, lies dying in your arms.
Pray for hatred to light a fire in you. My pure rage is a weapon.
Pray for hatred to light a fire in you. My pure rage is a weapon.