In my hands, I fell the power
The object flashes and enlivens my soul
Making holes, it makes me fell alive
If makes you fell dead!!
The caliber rumbles in my hands
The death talks through this
The bloody trace that I left. Behind is everything
You'll get from me
I'm a killer on the road
Frenzying in a power orgy
The projectiles seems get out inside me
I'm huting humans (the game just stared)
Perfect preys to a perfect hunter
The machine is my perfect lover, companion of my hate
It's satisfactory the my wills
Our only religion is to kill
Because we believe on that
That's what we were created for
She's magnificent and I have her
Semi-automatic, the perfection shaped death
Spiting offenses in thoraxes and skulls
Disfiguring the human mediocrity
In design of pain, the true way
To the ideal destruction
My metallic bride, the essence of evil
Let's go on the our damned journey
