"I am the hunter of the selfish and the damned k**ing in the name of my homeland Cleansing all the things that brought me such pain I am the storm born of Hell's rain Tearing at the flesh in a bloodthirsty lust These things spoken are things I must I won't hear your pa**ionate lies Those tormented have yet to die Redemption accomplished through futile attempts I will not rest until they're all f**ing dead Relentless and persistent why do you care? We are almighty but we can share You can never hope to even come close We have the numbers to tighten the rope Born of metal and complex machine, It's no wonder I am so f**ing mean Delicate touch and an unprogrammed mind Are the things I search so hard to find"