Vengeance Is Hers Songtext
von Satariel
Vengeance Is Hers Songtext
The great breach of the free will
The most feeble of deeds
For what was violated, and was done
A righteously cruel and sadistic punishment must come
You are weak and you disgust me
I dream of a world where all of your kind are dead
No forgetting what you have done
No forgiving, you are branded with a mark you won′t get rid
With rusted unsharp instruments she will cut you, slow
With hundreds of nails and spikes she will hammer you to the wall
With thorns and barbwire she will caress, and dress you
With a plastic bag over your head she'll take your breath away
You made yourself unworthy
to walk among us
Try to hide, we′ll h(a)unt you down
For the ultimate sin you will bleed
And the world will hurray your departure
You are made of shit and piss
I want to purify you in a pool of your own blood
No forgetting what you have done
No forgiving, you are branded with a mark you won't get rid
With rusted unsharp instruments she will cut you, slow
With hundreds of nails and spikes she will hammer you to the wall
With thorns and barbwire she will caress, and dress you
With a plastic bag over your head she'll take your breath away
The most feeble of deeds
For what was violated, and was done
A righteously cruel and sadistic punishment must come
You are weak and you disgust me
I dream of a world where all of your kind are dead
No forgetting what you have done
No forgiving, you are branded with a mark you won′t get rid
With rusted unsharp instruments she will cut you, slow
With hundreds of nails and spikes she will hammer you to the wall
With thorns and barbwire she will caress, and dress you
With a plastic bag over your head she'll take your breath away
You made yourself unworthy
to walk among us
Try to hide, we′ll h(a)unt you down
For the ultimate sin you will bleed
And the world will hurray your departure
You are made of shit and piss
I want to purify you in a pool of your own blood
No forgetting what you have done
No forgiving, you are branded with a mark you won't get rid
With rusted unsharp instruments she will cut you, slow
With hundreds of nails and spikes she will hammer you to the wall
With thorns and barbwire she will caress, and dress you
With a plastic bag over your head she'll take your breath away
Writer(s): Magnus Lars Alakangas, Johansson Par Orjan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com