Rapture In Blood - Sindrome
Written by：Troy Dixler/Chris Mittlebrun/Shaun Glass
As I feel the time draws near
This perpetual invasion begins
Rebellion of my aggressive reality
A mere contusion of sin
A moods stricken before me
And commences implosive pain
Panic arises an aura of change
As your faced in agony again
I'll enforce the plan of your attack and take what I proclaim
To dare defy my wrath a bliss and leave nothing to remain
Alas you'll be chosen to rapture in blood
To witness from above
And dislocate any fear of fate
For your victim to asphyxiate
A Treacher some fight to express divine hatred
Is filled throughout the air
Destined revenge arises to envision
And approximate without fear
Adieu to a test of moral strength
Ceremonial expressions unveil
A renouncement ungrateful to express
To ignore your victim's betrayal
I'll enforce the plan of your attack and take what I proclaim
To dare defy my wrath a bliss and leave nothing to remain
Alas you'll be chosen to rapture in blood
To witness from above
And dislocate any fear of fate
For your victim to asphyxiate
A weary task to complete
And attempt a final attack
Rob your victim of his life
And proceed to turn your back
The stress subsides amidst this reaction
As survival is only to rely
A cold-blooded killing in an attempt for pleasure
As your opponent is left to die
I'll enforce the plan of your attack and take what I proclaim
To dare defy my wrath a bliss and leave nothing to remain
Alas you'll be chosen to rapture in blood
To witness from above
And dislocate any fear of fate
For your victim to asphyxiate
Death