Deathdealer

"He is coming…"

"What sort of evil is this?"

Don’t fear the dead

Fear the living

In this world, there is no forgiving

You’ve got a date with suicide

For your land and a rotten god

You fight

There will be no absolution

No final step of evolution

Are you a rebel?

Are you a queen?

Your soul is errant

Now wash it clean

Deathdealer

"You are asking me to help you kill my son

You, a deathdealer? How many innocents did you kill?"

Baptized with blood

End up in crud

This is your way

Through the dirt and mud

Pain on your heart

Down the spine

This is what makes you

Stand in line

Deathdealer

"I don’t know what he has become, and he is my son"

With God you march

Side by side

Now you’ve got a date

With suicide

Deathdealer