Psychrist - Scourge

Never in all life. Never in all time.
Have I stopped to wonder. Have I looked behind
Why is this hate lasting. To this purpose I am blind
Why have I blindly destroyed. Ever quenching my own mind.

I, I am the scourge divine
From blackened depths I shall rise
Heed the fury in my fire
A lost souls existence I deny...

Release your anger, realise you are sane
Realise you've filled your life with pain
This temperament bestowed upon me
The scourge I am without choice

I must witness the pain and suffering I inflict
To give me some sense of fulfilment
Lost in a false sense of well being
Until the urge beckons me again...

Inflicting suffering but not death
I am the one that brings pain
I am the one who deals the hate
Revelling insanity - keeping me sane

Raised in betrayal
Taught to emotionlessly accept death
No morals are a virtue in a life that knows no less

Is it just my anger which drives my force
Or is it some sense of revenge
Can I help myself urge this pleasure I know
Destruction cases my mind
Make many suffer as I once did
Will they become as I have
Why am I pleasured by the demise
Why are these feelings inside me
So easy I give in - destroy