Criminal corporation
Like thunder strikin’ straight
Need no help in action
Can’t feel anything… just taste of evil

More swipping than destruction
More treacherous than death
No lack of education
You won’t feel anything… just taste of evil

Now complain about your last ending hour
Then cover your face, for darkness is better
Face the heat and fight this ache within you
I’m testing your faith, testing your need of someone else

Mass murder in a second
Lives extinct in pain
No exit, no redemption
Someone feels again the taste of evil

Primal inquisitor
With animal instinct
You, bastard burn like a treator
You won’t feel anything… just taste of evil

Now complain about your last ending hour
Then cover your face, for darkness is better
Face the heat and fight this ache within you
I’m testing your faith, testing your need of someone else

Every time the game rmains the same
Just another mind in another man
But still the same fear raping every brain
The taste of evil steals a life again