The  Ones

Which  feared  reality

The  day  becomes  a  threat

Your  world  will  never  be  the  same  again

Again!

Out  of  mess  in  anger

I  plumed  my  new  passion

In  me  arose  a  stranger

Which  controls  my  slaughter  fashion

Axe  Splatter

Makes  me  feel  better

Changes  my  sight

Gives  me,

Gives  me  endless  might

With  my  axe

I  slotted  your  head

It  was  sedation

To  see  you＇re  dead

I  hackled  the  scrap

On  a  bloody  process

Balm  after  this

Boiling  anger  excess

Axe  Splatter

Makes  me  feel  better

Changes  my  sight

Gives  me,

Gives  me  endless  might

With  my  axe

I  slotted  your  head

It  was  sedation

To  see  you＇re  dead

Dead

Dead

YOU＇RE  DEAD!

DEAD!