Your Hell

Sentenced at birth, scarred for life
Forced to accept. I can’t forget
The fear, the rage, the pleasure they had watching me crawl
The bones, the flesh, the blood
Abusing my body and soul
Now it’s your turn
I bring death. My hate to you
My hell will be yours
Slave of my hate, enabled to kill
Whenever I’ve tried, whenever I’ve failed
To love, to care, to pray to forgive
Feelings unknown
My hands now shape your pain
I’ve built a grave for your dreams
I’ll make it your home
I bring death. My pain to you
My hell will be yours. My hell
Godless, fearless, hands are cold, story is old
Can’t escape his darkness so he suffers
A shapeless master in his head has turned him into a monster
Red reflections in the blood in your eyes I see my self
Red redemption in the blood in your eyes I find my self
I bring death. My gift to you
My hell will be yours. My hell