Slayers! Prepare to strike, move now till our death

Be now their unholy elimination

Our fear will fuel zest, our anguish will crawl

Between your feeds as craven resignation



When turns the point when conscience falls

When hatred reigns and vengeance prevails

When do you cross the edge and realize

The skin of your hands, so bloodred



End to soil, guard your soul, regain your control

If you loose, you'll fall, another figure of retaliation

What is right? What is wrong? This answer won't fall

But who could decide? I wish me a sanctuary!



A hundred diseased, only one hale

Sheltering the secret of healing, extermination?

Which live has less valuation

Frantically, what to decide?



When turns the point when conscience falls

When hatred reigns and vengeance prevails

When do you cross the edge and realize

The skin of your hands, so bloodred



End to soil, guard your soul, regain your control

If you loose, you'll fall, another figure of retaliation

What is right? What is wrong? This answer won't fall

But who could decide? I wish me a sanctuary!



When turns the point when conscience falls

When hatred reigns and vengeance prevails

When do you cross the edge and realize

The skin of your hands, so bloodred



End to soil, guard your soul, regain your control

If you loose, you'll fall, another figure of retaliation

What is right? What is wrong? This answer won't fall

But who could decide? I wish me a sanctuary!