Infernal Majesty The Hunted текст песни, слова песни The Hunted Infernal Majesty
Infernal Majesty - The Hunted
They say, a mans future, is predetermined, and he is powerless to intervene
But does that explain, the missing bodies, the tortured souls?
Was it moral deviation from the Gods?
That crippled his soul?
Sowed the seeds, of festering anger, resentment
And tortured him with rage
Towards an unfeeling universe
Driven, by a need to vent
Hatred, hatred, hatred
Driven, by a need to inflict
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance
Is this simply, your lust for power, your sick perverted form of self-expression?
Driving, your tendency to murder, the innocent
For they are the victims
And it's outcome incidental to sadistic purpose
Pleading, you pray for your release, haunted, by your private evil demons
Over, powered, again you loose the fight, killing
Yet another helpless victim
Always dreaming of your capture
Driven, by a need to vent
Hatred, hatred, hatred
Driven, by a need to inflict
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance
Now, I await your capture, I, can, predict your punishment
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