Lirama

A bid farewell in pools of crimson
A rose colored lullaby
There can be no justice, it can't be taken back
All the evil deeds you've done have left your hands all covered in the - Blood
You can never make amends for the blood
One day you'll suffer for your sins - Massacres on top of slaughters, to feed the drive that keeps a man that has still wanting more
Like the Great White in the water
The downtrodden have always paid the price through ther tears and - Blood
You can never make amends for the blood
One day you'll suffer for your sins - Try to erase, but you won't ever atone for all the horrors that will never wash away