Taste the bittersweet hatred

That I place on your tongue

For what are you not in my hands

But a statue for me to create



I will be the flies

The flies that infect you

Decompose your binding flesh

For you to bear the aura of death



Take a look around

And see all the mistakes you have done

Your guilt will follow in your footsteps

Keep you from restoring peace of mind



Wherever you will walk

It will be with the wind in your face

Raped by the blazing darkness

Raped towards infinite holocaust



Now reach for your dagger

And drive it through their hearts

For this pounding piece of flesh

Is the one thing you do not possess



So let the blade be your soul

And may it be a great prophet

Hear the voice of salvation

And tell their hearts of it



Taste the bittersweet hatred

That I place on your tongue

For what are you not in my hands

But a statue for me to create



Take a look around

And see all the mistakes you have done

Your guilt will follow in your footsteps

Keep you from restoring peace of mind



When you stand there alone

With all the dying bodies around you

You will see their questions

In their eyes before they die



As you are the one left

Let your laughter roll

And for once feel complete satisfaction

Before you slice the knife through yourself