Purified - Lamb of God (上帝羔羊)
Written by：Lamb of God
Can the pestilence within
You be bled out
May I have the honor
Of this amputation
Know that you have made an enemy
To show you the meaning of indignity
I live no solely for
The pleasure of your slow decay
Feel the pain of vengeance burn you
Soon you shall know silence
Silence
With trembling hands
You'll beg for mercy
I'll show you none
I'll show you none
Purified by my hand
In this my world
In this my world
It is salvation
Your futile existence
Draws to a close
A cloak of lies drops
The lies drop
A door straws
