Stalker Testo

Testo Stalker

Will all the thieves and liars
Suffer this alleged eternal torment
Bathed in flame
And crying in anguish
Or will they expire smiling and satisfied?
Left to face no retribution
The fruits of deception savored
Long and slow
Will they ever be cut down?
While we suffer
Without a sound
We taste the whip, we taste the scorn
With heaven as our reward
There will be no reckoning before death
If there is any justice
We must avenge ourselves
In this life