The Painhour
The moon is rising, my senses are waking
My friend anger, my friend hunger
My hunger for the flesh, my hate for the living
It is time to go hunting, fresh meat from the streets
They feel my strength, they feel my lust
Come to me my bitch, it is time for pain hour
I roll down the chains
Please, start screaming
Sweet chainbondage
I am so alive
I roll down the chains
Please, start screaming
Sweet chainbondage
I am so alive
You are not waking up, only the chains are screaming
It costs a few lives, to get me satisfied
They all and up dead, in my painhour
I roll down the chains
Please, start screaming
Sweet chainbondage
I am so alive
Welcome to my painhour...
