Dreams of the Damned - Amorphis

I don't need disciples,

Got no words to say.

No need for information.

I stand for the killing game.

Rape is my religion,

I'm a son of dirt and waste.

No good or evil graced my soul,

No one remembers my name.

Dreams of the damned.

Dreams of a whore.

If there's no forgiveness,

Your sufferings, can be ignored

Dreams of the damned.

Dreams of a whore.

The futures far behind you,

Getting better almost tame.

And the force still whisper,

Those words of peace and blame.

That innocence I touched before,

It steers and it swim.

Once this shed with far too many,

Another void is filled.

Dreams of the damned.

Dreams of a whore.

If there's no forgiveness,

Your sufferings can be ignored.

Dreams of the damned.

Dreams of a whore.

If there's no forgiveness,

Your sufferings can be ignored.

Dreams of the damned.

Dreams of a whore.

Dreams of the damned.

Dreams of a whore.

If there's no forgiveness,

Your sufferings can be ignored.

Dreams of the damned.

Dreams of a whore.

Dreams of the damned.

Dreams of a whore.

If there's no forgiveness,

Your sufferings can be ignored.

Dreams of the damned.

Dreams of a whore.