Man set to kill for the martyr Consume the angel of death
The blood will spill out, upon the face The blood will spill out, everywhere
They will haunt you, no one to save you, The stench of pure death, their rotting breath He is their savior, a god made killer Does he kill for, the creator?
Man set to kill for the martyr Consume the angel of death
They will haunt you, no one to save you, The stench of pure death, their rotting breath