Purified

Purified - Lamb of God (上帝羔羊)

Written by：Lamb of God

Can the pestilence within

You be bled out

May I have the honor

Of this amputation

Know that you have made an enemy

To show you the meaning of indignity

I live no solely for

The pleasure of your slow decay

Feel the pain of vengeance burn you

Soon you shall know silence

Silence

With trembling hands

You'll beg for mercy

I'll show you none

I'll show you none

Purified by my hand

In this my world

In this my world

It is salvation

Your futile existence

Draws to a close

A cloak of lies drops

The lies drop

A door straws