heathen

• master'in, 1991 cikisli "on the seventh day god created... master" albumunden ucuncu parca.
  
  the streets and the cities
  the alleys of woe
  the forces of hatred
  are out of control
  the lurk in the fields
  alone in the night
  a sickly perversion, excursion
  thats not in sight
  he travels he streets
  different weapons in hand
  he searches for victims
  befriends the demand
  ridding the world of
  the homeless disease
  laughing out loudly
  ignoring their pleas
  victims of the chosen
  have been clearly marked and pushed aside
  many body parts were frozen
  simply just a waste of life
  eating the flesh of the virgins
  the taste of blood
  picking the brains of desertion
  forever more
  stabbing the hearts of the weakened society
  killing the worthless for pleasure now
  raping the dead it's so silent
  a twist of fate
  a wave of sick violence
  a question of give and take
  taxpayers earning just
  feed them the deathly row
  the chair gathers dust
  as they age in their cell
  documented murders often
  skip the press and go unsolved
  morbid visions, gross divisions
  multiply the cause of death
  you fucking heathen!
  go back to hell, where you fucking came from!