Bite the Pain - 1997 Demos - Death

Look down at my body

You may see no trace of wounds

In the eye, the eye of the beholder

One cannot, assume

Not a drop of blood is drawn

But you know how it bleeds

Beware of the sharp edged weapon

Called human being

I bear a shield, a force of

Passion and strong will

From this I am the victor

Instead of the kill

I will not feed your hunger instead

I bite the pain

Looking not back but forward

I bite down

Try to cover up the trail of deceit

And daggers spawned from your soul

Like acid the tears of remorse flow in vain

Too late for regrets

Save it for your next ill fated game

I bear a shield, a force of

Passion and strong will

From this I am the victor

Instead of the kill

I will not feed your hunger instead

I bite the pain

Looking not back but forward

I bite down