"I am the hunter of the selfish and the damned   Killing in the name of my homeland   Cleansing all the things that brought me such pain   I am the storm born of Hell’s rain   Tearing at the flesh in a bloodthirsty lust   These things spoken are things I must      I won’t hear your passionate lies   Those tormented have yet to die   Redemption accomplished through futile attempts   I will not rest until they’re all fucking dead      Relentless and persistent why do you care?   We are almighty but we can share   You can never hope to even come close   We have the numbers to tighten the rope   Born of metal and complex machine,   It’s no wonder I am so fucking mean   Delicate touch and an unprogrammed mind   Are the things I search so hard to find"