Your perfect weapon
Ill be your bullet Ill be your knife
Ill be the shield that saves your life
Ill be the one that kills in waves
Ill be the one who digs the graves
The weapon you wanted I will be
My endless slaughter none shall remain free
Nothing shall stand before my blade
Through there blood I will wade
Only for you my commander my master
The death toll will rise faster and faster
There riches and treasure I will leave
But I won't leave anyone left to grieve
This senseless anger it is divine
Only while knowing there lives are mine
Like conducting a symphony my blade still swings
I will not stop until I can show my black wings
When all are dead and nothing I dread
I will sneak up upon your bed
The last man left to kill
It is etched in my undying will