"Tools of Demise" as written by and Martin Hansen Linus Nirbrant....
Streams of light in the dark
A light darker than darkness itself
Petrified with nameless fear
Burning in every nerve
Could this be an illusion?
Is this right?

Sick in mind, sick in heart
Become the undead
Sick in mind, sick in heart
Born from guilt

To swallow the shame
Am I - feeding the fire
Burning all in it's way
No place to hide
Left out, defenseless and senseless
Catatonic state of mind

There is no escape
Only extinction

Sick in mind, sick in heart
A violent new breed
Sick in mind, sick in heart
Carved by flesh

It's time to sharpen the tools of demise
Time to sharpen the tools of demise

Consumed by a sickness so vile
This threat knows no name
Acts of violence put on repeat
Creating a violent new breed
Become the undead, how could this be?
Born from guilt in the harboring safety of this so called life

Sharpen the tools of demise

Sick in mind, sick in heart
Become the undead
Sick in mind, sick in heart
Born from guilt

Sick in mind, sick in heart
It's time to sharpen the tools of demise
Sick in mind, sick in heart
Time to sharpen the tools of demise


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