Vengeance کے بول

There is murder with purpose The desire to pull the throats from the perverse Vindicated hate The innocence taken Is repaid with the blood of all those forsaken Hung from the oak Upside down He will fall to you quicker He is with you now The children never sleep Eyes forever awake Hiding secrets Pain and mistakes Hell is in their home Light has left their heart Innocence is shattered Souls torn apart I hear their cries about the wolves in disguise So I’ll cut out their empty hearts and tear out their eyes Preying on the weak I’ll kill your fucking breed Taking back the lives of the children that you beat Violence can be righteous and vengeance can be pure Hands designed to nurture Now used for torture The only cure is murder The only cure is murder Hung from the oak Upside down He will fall to you quicker He is with you now