Bartholomeus Night

Survival Of The Fittest

Bartholomeus Night


Let the drops wash it all away 
U of a dying mind 
Remains of forgotten era 
Once warlord of the night 

Once stood up knowing 
The face on the wall 
Ruled by none Master of all 

Servant of the one 
The one with the goat-horns 

How could u loose u'r sense of strength 
The sense of pride 
By ur nails by ur teeth 
How could u loose 

Time has come to let go the past 
to end this comedy of irony 
In murder and rape to achieve human genocide 

Now I walk alone the road way 
Thinking about the past life that will never return 
The world as I knew it has chanced 
I don't belong to this society 
Only death will give me eternal rest 

No remorse no regrets 
The tears have no meaning to me Farwell 
Ignorant fools let down my own powers 
U filthy one u deserve to die 

Let the blood drops wash it all away 
U'r dead era the world is doomed 
No hope!!!