Dead of mind, left and right
Shall I show them how to die?
They cry and fear and always fight
Fixed inside their twisted mind
Proof of worth...they die in pain?
Should I care or should I not?
They suffer from the worldly sane
Bleached with god are they not?
Let them die!
Bitter sweet is death renewed
Acid filth twisting
A taste I dream in all its crude
Filthy sword slicing
Within sight you must beware
Painted axe bleeding
It steals your soul to grind and tear
Melting fire burning
There're stilll 8 more lines to the chorus and another verse that has yet to be written and I'm stuck on it....
By the way, these are the lyrics to a song I recently wrote that has somewhere around 10 riffs and 2 solos.