Album: Solace
It's like hammering the face of your little brother
For him to stop crying
Out of pure benevolence,
I shall proclaim myself thy older brother
I shall grant you the right to be taught under my tutelage,
For I, know better, I built Truth & Peace
You must reach a new level in Martyrdom,
As I am pouring the salty mixture of the Lord in those freshly opened veins
Creating wounds that won't ever heal,
As a reminder of your constant failure trough Existence
Learn from me, but don't be mystaken,
I expect the same treatment in return
Whip the Hatred out of my putrid carcass
I'm one of those crazy fucks, I enjoy pain
(As an information, and a valid life experience)
This being achieved and realised,
Hatred is to be redirected
Toward you, the newly designated target,
Has sole victim to my sulphuric compassion
I'm not waging a War, I'm imposing Peace with violent means
I'm not loosing this War, I'm returning Peace against my Kin