Revenge Songtext
von Nim Vind

Yeah for me
It′s cold like a reptile's blood
A diamond in rattler eye
Black seeds mystified
But cold are your thoughts
Damning signs of end times
The hammer waits to fall
The streets are cursed and violent
Pull weapons from the wall

If your charge is killing me
There ain′t no cure to call
Bury him black in swagger
They're now crew sweetheart
Get your gun


Yeah for me
It's cold like a soldier′s stride
Black hands on a homicide
Police at my suicide
But cold are the thoughts
Damning signs of end times
The anvil waits to fall
Threats are marked as imminent
Pull weapons from the wall

If your charge is killing me
There ain′t no cure to call
Bury him black in swagger
They're your crew sweetheart
Get your gun

It′s going down for me
Madness is energized
Continues to mesmerize
The masses have organized
Take hold of the power
Revolution is coming fast
With days of a civil war
Your ration rights dissolving
Won't matter anymore

If you′ve come to kill me
It ain't my time to fall
I will him black in swagger
I will now crew sweetheart
Get my gun


Ooh and get some killing done