Nim Vind Revenge
For me it's cold like the reptile's blood
The diamond in rattler eye
A vaccine to mystified
A cold at your door
Damming the signs of end times
The hammer waits to fall
The streets are cursed and violent
Pull weapons from the wall
And if your charge is killing me
There aint no cure to call
There in in blackened swagger
There now a cruel sweetheart
Get your gun
For me It's cold like a soldier's stride
Like hands on a homicide
Police at my suicide
A cold on the floor
Damming signs of end times
The anvil waits to fall
Threats are marked and imminent
Pull weapons from the wall
It's going down for me
The madness has energized
Continues to mesmerize
The masses have organized
And take hold the floor
Revolution is coming fast
Like days of a civil war
Your rationed right dissolving
Won't matter anymore
And if you've come to kill me
There aint no cure to call
I will in blackened swagger
I will now creul sweetheart
Get my gun
And get some killing done
