They are the ghosts of innocents
That have awoken from my dreams
 [bad word] to your nightmare
Say good-bye to every thing
All your past obscenities
They have determined where I stand
Echoing Cries, in the time that it began

Hear me now
Feel my blade
There is no more time for apologizes
Never let emotions
Take hold of me
Are you ready to begin your trip to the other side?
Death is an old friend of mine

You can’t escape your judgment
I hear them calling out your name
Do not beg for mercy now
You never showed any to them
Embrace your finally punishment
There’s not a soul to hear you scream
I have to thank you for letting out the animal in me

Hear me now
Feel my blade
There is no more time for apologizes
Never let emotions
Take hold of me
Are you ready to begin your trip to the other side?
Death is an old friend of mine

The blood became alive
When I was trapped inside
And I can feel the dark [bad word] 
My mothers blood and mine
Uniquely intertwined
Help me find (a place a memory flood my mind??)
My hunger to destroy
When I was just a boy
It pulled me deeper into some thing that I now enjoy
The ritual begins
Evil will meet its end?
In your [bad word] I will finally feel whole again

There is no more time for apologizes
Never let emotions
Take hold of me
Are you ready to begin your trip to the other side?
Death is an old friend of mine

I have [bad word] your nightmare
Say good-bye to every thing