Tyrant Throne - Slaughter For Salvation

Hold firm the fist, strike hard the head
Drag a body out of recognition
Summon an axe, smash and shred
Release your anger, set free your agony
A forsaken victim motionless and pale
With eyes and mouth wide open
Moon after sun, sun after moon...
...A week and thrice...
A pungent scent, decay and disgust
A face edited from flesh to bone
Unleash the animal within Grieved by hatred and despair
Longing for vengeance
Lusting for blood
Backstabbed by existence
Slowly turning to blue
The bastard suffered his guilt
A symbol of a corrupted society
An idol for a blind cult of fools
A murder for salvation
To end a chapter of irrationality