Look Down At The Body

You May See No Trace Of Wounds

But In The Eye

The Eye Of The Beholder

One Cannot Asume.



Not A Drop Of Blood Is Drawn

But You Know How It Bleeds

Beware Of The Sharp Edged Weapon

Called Human Being



It Is A Shield Of Passion

And Strong Will

From This I Am The Victor

Instead Of The Kill



I Will Not Feed Your Hunger, Instead

I Bite The Pain

Looking Not Back, But Forward

I Bite Down Hard

Try To Cover Up The Trail Of Deceit

And Daggers Spawned From Your Soul



[Solo Hamm/Schuldiner]



Acid, The Tears Of Remorse

Flow In Vain, Too Late For Regrets

Save It

For The Next Ill Fated Game.