Letra da Música: 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