blood of the innocent. Live in the graves of the dead. Endure the fucking agony of all this suffering. The weak choose suicide. The weak choose addiction. The weak
Avenger - that's what I am I know the dark in you Avenger - I exact the price A price that's paid in pain Hero - to the weak Evil's sworn enemy Avenger
damnation In an orgasmic rush of pain I mark my coming in crimson strays Fools! I shall rid myself from the thorns pierced in my side The weak laments
mist lies thick over the holy ground As the mooneclipse creates a sombre delight Vengeance is mine, The convent will be overthroned The feeble and the weak