Minister Of Death

Wear the shame of all your crimes..
Tragedy has made you rich, a black soul selling white lies. I see the bloods spills between the cracks
But no-one cares
Your quick rhetoric and clever lies…
But no-one cares, you wear the shame of all your crimes..

Minister of death, you wear this crown so well

When darkness breaks, they wait in lines
To kill what’s left of all our shattered pride

When darkness breaks, the pain rains down
Trading sin against our fucking lives..

We’re running, we’re running out of time.. Raping our innocence without giving a damn…
The black shape of your empty promise, the worst fear ever hurled. Your free speech like choking chains
To our despair..

Minister of death, you wear this crown so well

When darkness breaks, they wait in lines
To kill what’s left of all our shattered pride

When darkness breaks, the pain rains down
Trading sin against our fucking lives..


You still believe in the lie that all of this still has purpose
But what you’re aiming for is no fucking answer!