Scavenger Of Human Sorrow
What pain will it take
To satisfy your sick appetite
Go in for the kill
Always in sight-pray
The time always right-feast
Feed on the pain-taste
Sorrow made flesh-sweet
Live how you want
Just don't feed on me
If you doubt what I say
I will make you believe
Shallow are words from those who starve
For a dream not their own to slash and scar
Big words, small mind
Behind the pain you will find
A scavenger of human sorrow
Scavenger
Abstract theory the weapon of choice
Used by a scavenger of human sorrow
Scavenger.
(Solo Schuldiner / Hamm)
So you have traveled far across the sea
To spread your written brand of misery.