Devouted man who laid his hand
On those who he was meant to point the path
He must be served with what he needs
Show him justice, redeem him for his dirty deeds
On the track to do what's right
Torch his house and scorch that fat abomination
There's the cabin of the worthless scum
Detonation, hot air blowing away from the explosion
Enter the cabin - Burnt flesh reeks
I must see - To believe
On burnt bedding - Thing I see
Small hand seeks - For salvation
Hear them yelling as I'm standing on the threshold
Of death's door, I see them marching through the moor
Time to redress the misstep; kill the dissipated
Settle the score - Time to slay the filthy whore
Raise the weapon towards my smiling visage
Pull the trigger - Now I'm redeemed
Apocryfal - Redeemer Lyrics
Apocryfal - Redeemer Lyrics
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Devouted man who laid his hand
On those who he was meant to point the path
He must be served with what he needs
Show him justice, redeem him for his dirty deeds
On the track to do what's right
Torch his house and scorch that fat abomination
There's the cabin of the worthless scum
Detonation, hot air blowing away from the explosion
Enter the cabin - Burnt flesh reeks
I must see - To believe
On burnt bedding - Thing I see
Small hand seeks - For salvation
Hear them yelling as I'm standing on the threshold
Of death's door, I see them marching through the moor
Time to redress the misstep; kill the dissipated
Settle the score - Time to slay the filthy whore
Raise the weapon towards my smiling visage
Pull the trigger - Now I'm redeemed
On those who he was meant to point the path
He must be served with what he needs
Show him justice, redeem him for his dirty deeds
On the track to do what's right
Torch his house and scorch that fat abomination
There's the cabin of the worthless scum
Detonation, hot air blowing away from the explosion
Enter the cabin - Burnt flesh reeks
I must see - To believe
On burnt bedding - Thing I see
Small hand seeks - For salvation
Hear them yelling as I'm standing on the threshold
Of death's door, I see them marching through the moor
Time to redress the misstep; kill the dissipated
Settle the score - Time to slay the filthy whore
Raise the weapon towards my smiling visage
Pull the trigger - Now I'm redeemed
Writer: Apocryfal -
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