Spirits Of Vengeance

Anguished, tormented souls cry out for revenge

Something wicked comes your way to avenge

Bring the pain to those who delight in misery
Ghost riders in the night
Trampling judge and jury

Feel Hell's fury

Operating under the cover of darkness
Whatever it takes, bash you unconscious
Blunt force trauma
Surgical extraction of your penance
Final chapter penned to your drama
No escaping your last sentence

Here we come now
Devoid of conscience
With justice to dispense
In the twisted manner how that makes only perfect sense
Your choice of torments
Spirits Of Vengeance

If arson is your game, then you shall learn
What your flesh feels like to sizzle, blister, burn
When blood is spilled, you must pay the price
Only slow exanguination of your body will suffice
If torture is your forte, then you'd better be prepared
To be ripped limb from limb with no limb spared
Poetic justice with savage rhyme and reason
No rest for the wicked during hunting season

Here we come now
Devoid of conscience
With justice to dispense
In the twisted manner how that makes only perfect sense
Your choice of torments
Spirits Of Vengeance

Helpless, see through the eyes of your victims

Beg for forgiveness, feel your body die

Now that you punched your own ticket

Time to pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye