Through the Eyes of the Killer - Towering over You - Manticora

Blindfold — drunk on killers of pain

Deprived of senses

Scared to death — not aware of reasons

Stripped of ability to move

In this sterile landscape of tiles of white

I’ll teach you the meaning of pure and unrelenting spite

Torture — Cellar, experiencing pain

The last place that you’ll see

Sexual violence — serving as a tool

To make me sane anew

In this sterile landscape of tiles of white

I’ll teach you the meaning of pure and unrelenting spite

What comes around, goes around

And now you reap what you sowed

A fistful of hatred meets your bleeding face

Invocation of your end of days

I forgot the laws of mercy I’ll show you none

Say sorry and the pain will soon be gone

In this sterile landscape of tiles of white

I’ll teach you the meaning of pure and unrelenting spite