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Here I stand, a broken man Betrayed by the people that I called my friends Now they're gone - I've sent them to hell I'm not the jester of a system to fail I trusted them all - they broke my neck Now they're gone and they won't come back You'll suffer the pain - I'll give it to you You'll suffer eternally for my rage is cruel Splattered corpses lie on the floor Is there anyone left? - I'm hungry for more My vengeance was bitter, bloody and hard They should have known better - killing is art I twist my knife into their hearts I hear their screams - they make ma laugh Their fear is my pleasure, my nectar divine I am the priest of death - this is my sacrifice Blood stains my hands, my clothes and my face Drips from my fingers and pours from their veins Runs down my throat as I devour their hearts Slaughter is beautiful and killing is art From Letras Mania