Death - Scavenger of Human Sorrow

Текст песни Death - Scavenger of Human Sorrow

What pain will it take
to satisfy your sick appetite
go in for the kill
always in sight-pray
the time always right-feast
feed on the pain-taste
sorrow made flesh-sweet
live how you want
just don't feed on me
if you doubt what I say
I will make you believe
shallow are words from those who starve
for a dream not their own to slash and scar
Big words, small mind
behind the pain you will find
a scavenger of human sorrow
scavenger
Abstract theory the weapon of choice
used by a scavenger of human sorrow
scavenger.
(Solo Schuldiner / Hamm)
So you have traveled far across the sea
to spread your written brand of misery.