Demondeath
thirst of blood
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No remorse for the painful acts,
They hurt you and you hurt 'em.
Hopeless, there's nothing you can do,
The kill is waiting for you.
Hourglass, slowly moves
Harvesting your own death.
Prayers, wouldn't serve,
The devil is now in your head.
Feel the pain, Listen the voices in your head.
Thirst of blood!
Fight with the fears of the past,
Take your gun and go to kill.
Screams surrounding everywhere
Your victims imploring for help
Mercy! Tonight you will not have
This shit do the things some more hard
Prayers, wouldn't serve,
The devil is deep in your head.
Feel the pain, Listen the voices in your head.
Thirst of blood!