Bloody hands, but you're not a slayer! They had no soul, only faces the matter. Humanity vanished and stayed only trash! For sins their lives we'll take as a cash! From the rest of the world only two of us left. We are weapons of justice, suffering to be felt. We created the laws, we created the rules. We reorganised you and made as tools. We got plenty of souls, but now they're dead... As brainless creatures become they instead. That's decision of doom and we're the kings! We are the rulers of these rotten things! But kings have no right of making decisions. They've got no escape and hopeful visions. Who are we? What are we doing here? For the questions no answer - so far as near!
Nothing around was calling the end. We normally lived, with other's content. We was making the sins, was making the love. Suffered too much and hurriend a lot. We normally live, we are as we are. But someone decided that we're too far... Soulless creatures and soulless scum! Rulling the trash, except for dumn.
Bloody hands, but you're not a slayer! They had no soul, only faces the matter. Humanity vanished and stayed only trash! For sins their lives we'll take as a cash! From the rest of the world only two of us left. We are weapons of justice, suffering to be felt. We destroyed the laws and destroyed the rules. Destroyed everything and crushed all the tools.