Letra de Purified

Can the pestilence within' you be bled out?
May I have the honour of this amputation?
Know that you have made an enemy
To show you the meaning of indignity
I live now 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