Santificato

Crawling on the edge of the abyss
 Tasting all the tears of the deadman...
 A sea of corpses, waves of blood
 The smell of old flesh
 Makes me feel a brand new man
 Nails piercing through my hands
 Spikes on my feet
 Walk on the light of a new world
 No pain
 No suffering
 Traitors
 They helped me to see a better... future
 Stabs on the back
 Carrying the weight of all my sins
 There's no more selfish passion
 Kills more than the sword
 Take mankind to the grave
 Poverty will reach it fast.
 Great anger will end in madness
 No one is really worth
 The infinitely little have it infinitely great.