Scourges tear with pain
Of tortured, weary flesh.
Blood pours out of the veins
The body numbs in ash.
The vital force runs out
Mercilessly fast.
The light of life fades out
In the lacklustre eyes.

Here I call your soul
In the dark.
Take my hand and hold
The warm spark.
I will take away
Your foul fear
I will take your pain
And your tears.

A little more anger
For you.

The gaze of your sad
Eyes turns to the skies.
I can hear you words,
Feel your thoughts.
You are not alone
In your moan,
In the realm of sun
Going down.

A little more anger.

Musty
Smell of blood,
Rotten
Smell of flesh,
Drama
Turns to farce
Dull show
Must end.

A little more anger for you.
A little more anger for me.

A little more anger.

Musty
Smell of blood,
Rotten
Smell of flesh,
Drama
Turns to farce
Dull show
Must end.

A little more anger for us.

…

A little more anger for you.
A little more anger for me.

Scourges tear with pain
Of tortured, weary flesh.
Blood pours out of the veins
The body numbs in ash.
The vital force runs out
Mercilessly fast.
The light of life fades out
In the lacklustre eyes.

A little more anger for you.
A little more anger for me.