Tunrida

Massmurderer

Tunrida


I arise straight from hell 
Soul as black as the pits where I dwell 
As my hand delivers a cherished gift 
No one shall survive 

Overrated are your pitiful lives 
Just a mockery of a genuine life 
Oh so grateful you ought to be 
As I free you from your misery 

Feel the light - The purifying light 
It shall cleanse you all - From surface to soul 

What a beautiful way 
To vaporize and fade away 
Surely you must blame it on me 
Yet all your life dead you have been 

I am the judge 
The jury 
I am the executioner 
Die! 

All hope lost 
Death draws near 
You will die 
The massmurderer 

How honored I am 
To witness this end 
Even my black heart weeps 
So beautiful is this death so deep