Sometimes my mind is reflecting My hands are dissecting The war inside my head is real Does madness will temper my soul? My boiling brain, beyond my control I waited for this night I waited, to conquer, torture what's beyond your sight I waited for this moment to come The shedding of blood, your ultimate threshold Your end is near, your hell awaits Awaken from reality, death is what I will create Let's find the balance Approach my son and give me your hand My will shall be done Feel the pain beyond your threshold The old me has died a long time ago I will take my vengeance in overload Fear in your eyes when you see me unleash my cruel soul Let's find the balance Approach my son & give me your hand My will shall be done Death is what I will create