Can the pestilence Within you be bled out May I have the honor Of this amputation? Know that you have made an enemy To show you the meaning of indignity I live now solely for the pleasure Of your slow decay Feel the pain of vengeance burn you Soon you shall know silence, silence ♪ With trembling hands You'll beg for mercy I'll show you none I'll show you none Purified by my hand In this my world In this my world ♪ It is salvation ♪ Your futile existence draws to a close A cloak of lies drops The lies drop ♪ The lies drop