Look down at the body may see no trace of But in the eye The eye of the beholder One cannot assume
Not a drop of blood is drawn you know how it Beware of the sharp edged weapon Called human being
It is a shield passion And strong will From this I am the victor of the kill
I will not feed your instead I bite the pain Looking not back, but forward I bite down hard Try to up the trail of deceit And daggers spawned your soul
[Solo Hamm/Schuldiner]
Acid, the tears of remorse Flow in vain, too late for Save it For the next ill fated game