آهنگ: Trivium. Pull Harder On The String Of Your Martyr.

This face and lips tremble as it rips
Your breath quickening as heat rushes in
Pull Harder on the String of your Martyr
Stop you cry that's a lie
Flush gasping white reddening
you smile and destroy it
It's time we end this
It's our curse that make this world so hopeless
Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings
Clawing the skin each kill your weakness
Annihilation your masturbation
Tyrant, I"ll burn you down
My hands grip your throatI need your end
Burned, Stalked, ripped apart - I avenge
For every life you have taken
I am here to repay
You ask me "oh god why?"
'cause i'm god that's fucking why