The heretic hammer

Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet or kind
Vengeance is mine

No longer will I beheld responsible
For the error of your ways

My conscience
Stands defiantly proud and rigid
So take my advice:

Meet your opposition
Profane and disciplined
Take back your pride
With a pounding hammer

As long as my icon has flesh
No one puts me to the test
And as long as my spirit permit
There will be no final rest

Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet or kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine

I owe you nothing
But scorn and comtempt
For all that is holy
I will have my revenge

With wisdom and fate
I design darkness
You kept feeding me denial and hate
And from that I will create

Arrogance and deception
Torment and bliss
How I envy your lack of justification
When mine is so sincered