Psychokilling

Continuous transformations on earth!
The soil stained with the blood of the vanquished
Roars forgotten in time, are present in the mind
Scars on the bodies of survivors, shedding skin
Old soldiers, instruments of power, no strength today
So forgotten heroes die alone

The real killers do not get their hands dirty
The killing psycho on you, it's my ecstasy
You think you can escape, but runs in a circle
Returning to me, makes his glory tears
Pride are sorrows, my ancestors died by their hands

The real killers don't get their hands dirty
But I did, and with great honor by those who could not scream
Do you remember, how many killed?
Do you remember, how many women raped?
I was there and saw it all happen

Love turned into hate
Human rights, condemn me
Justice will be done
I'm bloodthirsty

The real killers don't get their hands dirty!
The real killers don't get their hands dirty!
The real killers don't get their hands dirty!
The real killers don't get their hands dirty!

Look into my eyes, before dying
I see the blood incente in your soul
What do you see?