Thyrane Prisoner Of Pain
No longer I can take the blame
For the things you've made
No longer I can hide the hate
Now I'll confront my fate
Your words of understanding
How you are forgiving
You say your god is healing
Speak of compassion - that's dreaming
Your holy temper spitting lies
Smiling still blindfolding my eyes
Eloquently chaining me into the wall
I'll break out and smash down the doors
Now I realize your dubious mystery
Now I understand your translucent treachery
I have reached the peak of agony
My rage cannot reach the infinity
Prepare the face your punishment
To write your sordid testament
As you enjoy your rotten last rites
You can see the death in my eyes
