Из альбома: Beheading the Liars
I wonder why you can't live
Your miserable life without trying to ruin
Who talls in your crafty built trap
And it's then when your poisoned blood
Starts running along through your veins
And your sting stalks your victim,
To satisfy your thirst of evilness
Even knowing you've got a mistaken target
With your skin-made mask you look like an angel
But in your hand you hide a knife,
Which you like to sink slowly
Before your final stab right on the back
Like the wolf from the tale, like a disguised devil
If you are a christian my question is:
What part of "don't lie" you misunderstood?
Take all your banners and burn with them,
Like takes it's course and you go to hell
I'm feel like a Rezso's disciple,
He had success in his intentions
That's why I'm here,
Because I will follow his steps
With your skin-made mask you look like an angel
But in your hand you hide a knife,
Which you like to sink slowly
Before your final stab right on the back