Blood Red Throne - Gather the Dead

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He who holds a passion
For all that is extreme
A live burning passion
Like nothing you’ve ever seen
Kill, kill — all the little voices tells him to
Kill, kill — all that is alive can be
Killed, killed — all the little voices tells him to
Kill, kill — all that is alive can be killed
He who holds a passion
For all that is extreme
A live burning passion
Like nothing you’ve ever seen
Can’t beat the rush
From deceving humans into his evil plot
Raped as a teen, molested as child
He doesn’t care for a single fucking human life
Gather the dead
Victims of human disease
Gather the dead
Onto a growing pile of human flesh
Kill, kill, kill
Can’t you see?
You have to kill someone to feel free
Kill, kill, kill
Can’t beat the rush
From killing humans and letting them rot
Unafraid Punishment
He will claim temporary insanity
All he wants is to see you bleed
Gather the dead
Gather the dead
Kill, kill, kill
Can’t you see?
You have to kill someone to feel free
Kill, kill, kill
Can’t beat the rush
From killing humans and letting them rot
Capture of souls
He kills to feel free