Nightfall Cold Bloody Killer
Hey old man, can you read my lips I shout to you, here I am, among the sheeps For that stone of happiness I am looking for I'm young, yet not innocent and ready to fight for... This place that mortals call paradise And for a whole life they suffer This place that no worms from ground rise They've all been shattered In this so called "heaven" I want To build my own black mansion Leather for walls, flesh and bones Bleeding throats to feed my passion. Blast my will would be As I reach the mortals' dream End of hope, that's growing dim... Here where I cried but no one could see My tears have frozen, I no longer bleed Red scripts I make, none's blood is wasted My pen dives in red, quarry lies dead. I'm now the holder of your soul The one to whom your life's being sold I'm now your sun, your flesh and blood Your own God, lay down and suffer.
