• I don't need these side bones,
    Got no words to say.
    No need for information.
    I stand for the killing game.
    Rape is my reliction,
    I'm a son of dirt and waste.
    No good or evil graced my soul,
    No one remembers my name.

    Dreams of the damned.
    Dreams of a whore.
    If there's no forgiveness,
    Your sufferings, can be ignored
    Dreams of the damned.
    Dreams of a whore.

    The futures far behind you,
    Getting better almost tame.
    And the force still whisper,
    Those words of peace and blame.
    That hanus inside touched before,
    It steers and it swim.
    Once this shed with far too many,
    Another void is filled.

    Dreams of the damned.
    Dreams of a whore.
    If there's no forgiveness,
    Your sufferings can be ignored.
    Dreams of the damned.
    Dreams of a whore.
    If there's no forgiveness,
    Your sufferings can be ignored.
    Dreams of the damned.
    Dreams of a whore.

    Dreams of the damned.
    Dreams of a whore.
    If there's no forgiveness,
    Your sufferings can be ignored.
    Dreams of the damned.
    Dreams of a whore.

    Dreams of the damned.
    Dreams of a whore.
    If there's no forgiveness,
    Your sufferings can be ignored.
    Dreams of the damned.
    Dreams of a whore.