Gather The Dead — текст песни (Blood Red Throne)

He who holds a passion

For all that is extreme

A live burning passion

Like nothing you`ve seen

Raped as a teen, molested as child

He doesnt care for a fucking human life



Kill, kill - all the little voices tells him to

Kill, kill - all that is alive can be

Killed, killed - all the little voices tells him to

Kill, kill - all that is alive can be killed



He who holds a passion

For all that is extreme

A live burning passion

Like nothing you`ve seen

He deceives humans into his evil plot

From killing humans and letting them rot



Gather the dead

Victims of human disease

Gather the dead

Onto a growing pile of human waste

Kill, kill, kill

Cant you see?

You have to kill someone to feel free

Kill, kill, kill

Cant beat the rush

From killing humans and letting them rot



Capture of souls

He kills to feel free



Unafraid punishment

He will claim temporary insanity



All he wants is to see you bleed



Gather the dead



Gather the dead



Kill, kill, kill

Cant you see?

You have to kill someone to feel free

Kill, kill, kill

Cant beat the rush

From killing humans and letting them rot