What Hell Can Create
Insatiable lust for murder, a greed for desire
No sorrow stops my inclination, an inner burning fire
The war within my pulsing brain keeps me separate
From those who never understand, blind and desecrated
Red eyes are watching you, immaculate and cruel
You earn what you deserve, no chance for your rebirth
It's just a battleground for disappointed hounds
My scorn will be your fate, that's what Hell can create
The laughter of the useless man seems to me like promises
I raped and loved with silent pleasure not just in fantasies
I know there's nothing I can do to kill the beast of thunder
They fed me with their inspirations, escort me to the abattoir
Red eyes are watching you, immaculate and cruel
You earn what you deserve, no chance for your rebirth
It's just a battleground for disappointed hounds
My scorn will be your fate, that's what Hell can create
Stripped of all my dignity, thoughts of suicide
No conscience and no regret, anger from the skies
The wall of silence starts to fall, I'm gonna go with pride
Piece by piece the truth reborn, death to my delight
Red eyes are watching you, immaculate and cruel
You earn what you deserve, no chance for your rebirth
It's just a battleground for disappointed hounds
My scorn will be your fate, that's what Hell, that's what Hell
That's what Hell can create
No sorrow stops my inclination, an inner burning fire
The war within my pulsing brain keeps me separate
From those who never understand, blind and desecrated
Red eyes are watching you, immaculate and cruel
You earn what you deserve, no chance for your rebirth
It's just a battleground for disappointed hounds
My scorn will be your fate, that's what Hell can create
The laughter of the useless man seems to me like promises
I raped and loved with silent pleasure not just in fantasies
I know there's nothing I can do to kill the beast of thunder
They fed me with their inspirations, escort me to the abattoir
Red eyes are watching you, immaculate and cruel
You earn what you deserve, no chance for your rebirth
It's just a battleground for disappointed hounds
My scorn will be your fate, that's what Hell can create
Stripped of all my dignity, thoughts of suicide
No conscience and no regret, anger from the skies
The wall of silence starts to fall, I'm gonna go with pride
Piece by piece the truth reborn, death to my delight
Red eyes are watching you, immaculate and cruel
You earn what you deserve, no chance for your rebirth
It's just a battleground for disappointed hounds
My scorn will be your fate, that's what Hell, that's what Hell
That's what Hell can create
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Writer(s): Thomas Such
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