The 23rd Psalm

Raised from darkness, through the valley of shadow and death.
This sense of corruption, never to rest.
No longer faithful, hatred is born.
I show no mercy, no mercy at all!

The wretched sound of silent screams.
The wicked scent of shattered dreams.
The pain felt through lonely tears.
This hate I feel is so unreal!

Out in the fields of slaughter.
One with the only thing I know!
I do not need my eyes to see,
to see this worlds destiny!

The wretched sound of silent screams.
The wicked scent of shattered dreams.
The pain felt through lonely tears.
This hate I feel is so unreal!

The wretched sound of silent screams.
The wicked scent of shattered dreams.
The pain felt through lonely tears.
This hate I feel is so unreal!

Shattered dreams!
Lonely tears!
This hate I feel is so unreal!