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
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
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
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
