Holy Terror

Debt Of Pain

Holy Terror


Walking the streets at night alone 
Thoughts in dementia keep you going 
No outlet you can't seem to find 
A place to rest your head tonight 

Feeling down and out 
Feeling there is no doubt 
Someone must pay the debt of pain 

Nothing will stand in your way 
Infected by the power that preys 
On feelings driving you insane 
And when it all becomes clear 
That you must conquer your fear 
No matter who or what's to blame 

Feeling down and out 
Feeling there is no doubt 
You know just what you've got to do 

Assault the weak and those who dare defy 
The anger of a sick and violent mind 

Nothing will stand in your way 
Infected by the power that preys 
On feelings driving you insane 
And when it all becomes clear 
That you must conquer your fear 
No matter who or what's to blame 

The answer to your fears 
Lies many suffered years 
Ahead to bitter unrestrained 

Turn from hate that holds you in control 
Escape the bondage, free your tortured soul