Killing 4

See the flame consuming your heart
In thy hand It was born
See the pain that gathering your blood
Sinkin’ you like a growing storm

Facing the wounds, clinging to filth
You are dying like frozen bird
Number four – death triumphs and you deceased
Now you see your devil’s sword

4- for the wait to death
4- for the darkest path
Last night I thought I knew
But for the 4 my heart is open
4- for the voice of pain
4- makes my heart insane
the start of real fight
It’s crushin’ soul- my mind is broken

Flying on wings on unconcerned life
You forgot about your end
Wide-open eyes will see the grinded knife
Sharpened blade- yeah, its force in my hand

Burning flame is waiting for you
Wide-open skies say “come on in”
Heaven asks you to take out the due
Die and count your vices and sin