Cold Bloody Killer

Efthimis Karadimas/Nightfall 1997 Hey old man, can you read my lips I shout to you, here I am, among the sheeps For that stone of happyness I am looking for I`m young, yet no innocent and ready to fight for... This place that mortals call paradise And for a whole life they suffer This place that no worms from ground rise They`ve all been shattered In this so called "heaven" I want To build my own black mansion Leather for walls, flesh and bones Bleeding throats to feed my passion. Blast my will would be As I reach the mortals` dream End of hope, that`s growing dim... Here where I cried but no one could see My tears have frozen, I`m no longer bleed Red scripts I make, none`s blood is waste Me pen dives in red, quarry lies dead. I`m now the holder of your soul The one to whom your life`s being sold I`m now your sun, your flesh and blood Your own God, Lay down and suffer.