Angel of War

The end is calling; Devilspeak
Mind is tired, heart is weak
I can't believe in anything
Open vein; Bastard king

And someday the emptiness will come
I taste poison on my tongue and it's so fucking sweet

Cut me off to bleed me dry
And burn with bleach to prufy
Or show me how to kill the pain
Or cross the river; Mark of Cain
Spiritual Amputee

I see the angel of war
A light to open the door

Angel of war
Angel of war

Scratch the walls and I ascend
Bring me sorrow, bring the end
Or show me how to kill the pain
Or cross the river; Mark of Cain
Or remain
Spiritual amputee