Built to kill
ClaymoreLoathsome scorn of ill fame!
In my flesh is a thorn?
I saw the ever burning flame.
I can control myself no more!
All I see is never-ending war!
Kneel or die! Of property deny!
To the defeat you should submit,
Or even suicide commit!
Of no delay praise me and admit:
You bow to my every wish!
Devoted you will die!
Pondering over things you have already said?
A cloak you should be wearing blood-red!
Glowering dead, the sun is frozen
And new idol now is chosen!
They never had dreams - only nightmares.
I am the ghosts that don?t go away by means fair!
A nameless scorn was born
Loathsome scorn of ill fame?
In my flesh is a thorn.
I saw the ever burning flame.
You're already dead
And you are no threat!
Life lost its relish
For those who cherished it!
I am the bringer of pain!
Fierce fears are my gain!
Glowering dead, the sun is frozen
And new feeder now is chosen!