The tenth he made the kill As I payed the bill He was a demon I "hired" He brought me blood so red Brought me the dead My enemy sacrificed
Fools dies - I manipulate your tragic fate Some cries - I celebrate the darkness Eve
Look out number two What will be done to you We donīt want want you to die We take you piece by piece Create you enemies Your small empire has fallen
Feel pain - scream out in vain, forge your own chain Iīve gained - I love your pain, I love your pain
Heīll teach you not to play around with hell Heīll show you what itīs like I bet you understand things better now But itīs too late to hide
He enslaved your life With your own knife And rediculed your pride Fade till you are gone Into oblivion Beyond the solid walls
Suffer - degrated pride and locked inside Weak mind - nowhere to hide, try suicide
GORARA, I hail you Your work is so beautyful You are a true artist I hail you once more!
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