Lyrics of
Revange

Bad blood stirring in the boiling pot
finger on the trigger of a gun
It's an old web being spun
born from the seeds of anger and hatred
do it to them like they do
it's only revenge and the worst of it all
it all comes back to you
Envy treads at the breaking edge
wheredogs begin to wail
the hounds pursue the weary step
as silver etched the sent