When the demons of hell finally die, will anyone weep for them?
Them
Some are helpless
Some take revenge
Some are born cruel
them
is the hymn of death
A plaything that is not loved by God
them
It's an abandoned toy
Is struggling towards a deeper abyss
It's the past and present lives that cannot be escaped
you are guilty
It's time to redeem
how far can you go
Let "us" see your ugliest side
Intention: Evil will be punished