Rot In Hell Burn their world and snuff out their light Light flames to the skin Your pain was never their birthright It was yours to bear Reaper Of Dreams, I ask of you Tell me where your mind goes When the abhorrence remains Reaper of Dreams I ask of you Do you feel beautiful As you tear off their wings Chaos Illustrator Marking their souls With your putrid venom Rotting their minds Is your purpose lost? Did the devil steal your soul? Were you born with one at all? Reaper Of Dreams I asked of you Tell me where did your mind go When the abhorrence remained Reaper of Dreams I asked of you Did you feel beautiful When you tore off their wings Reaper Of Dreams The last breath that you ever take Will be their first of relief Yet you'll still haunt their minds when your soul rots in hell