“Tang Na Mo! Tang Na Mo!” They watched him suffer then
and so in turn, he watches over the suffering of men.
“Tang Na Mo! Tang Na Mo!” Haven’t we suffered long enough?
Two thousand years of sorrow just seems a little rough.

Do you really sit there watching everyone you know die
or are they all believers in a poorly fabricated lie?
I’m hell-bound for the acts I failed to do and things I cannot know.
Get off your ass and help us out. Until then, Tang Na Mo.

There’s a place by the seas
where the people dream of peace
rather than one whole world that kills each other.
Take a knife, go outside
there’s no place that they can hide,
kill them all and forget that they’re your brothers.
There are people dying;
If you care enough, kill the living.
Save a lot of space…kill the human race.

Kill the world — make it a better place
for you and for me and the anti-human race.
There are people dying;
If you care enough, kill the living.
Make a better place for you and for me.

Need a change of the pace?
Send a killer to this place.
Bring them all, we’ll have fun in here together.
Kill for love, kill for hate,
we shall blame their deaths on fate.
Kill the world with a soul light as a feather.
Now the world is crying;
If you care enough, kill the living.
Make a better place…kill the human race.

Kill my friend, I’ll kill yours.
Kill them all with brutal force.
Destroy all who oppose the main objective.
Take a knife, bring a gun,
then together we’ll have fun.
Kill for death, claim destruction as your motive.
We’ve had people frying,
you can go ahead burn the living.
‘Til there’s not a trace…
kill the human race.

The explosion gave me powers –
now I can glow electric red
but half the city hates me, dear,
and the other half is dead.

I tried to save you from that rooftop –
I heard you screaming as you fell.
If only you had yelled for me sooner…
And YOU’RE pissed off? Man, what the hell?

The remnants of my heart were shattered
As you condemned me with your dying breath,
though what is one more victim slain
by one who caused so much death?

I am confused by all of this –
Having chosen to be evil, killed a lot –
Forced to help ungrateful people
just to advance the story’s plot.

I spent four hours killing reapers
and beating Sasha in a fight
only to later do her bidding for evil karma
something about that just doesn’t seem quite right.

Here’s something you must comprehend –
I have CHOSEN TO BE EVIL, not merely misunderstood.
The only way this game makes any sense
Is if I played Cole McGrath as “Good.”

if only you had faith like Bill and put your trust in God
’cause it’s your own free will that makes this whole thing odd
You know he’s the boss but that’s a line he will not cross
though if you just ask him for a hand, I’m sure he’d understand
if only you had faith like Bill and chose to follow God.

There are some things you can’t avoid like finding yourself unemployed
and though the kids don’t get enough to eat, you shouldn’t sit there in defeat
’cause my friend, it’s not too late — soon you will be feeling great

You’ve found you can no longer hide from famine, rape, and genocide
It’s your fault you have it rough ’cause you don’t worship hard enough
but my friend, it’s not too late — soon you could be feeling great

Your heart must have sunk when you heard your child was run over by a drunk
and God could have kept him from harm — that dead child in your arms
but my friend, it is too late — life would have been just great

In our secret cult of cults
That raise unwilling men
From their decaying slumber –
Snatched from the Lion’s den.

The horrors from their faces still
Echoing in darkness of a past century
These actors in ancient entertainment
Bring us all our revelry.

So pour the wine, my dear,
And watch the disemboweled writhe in pain
For dying is an immortal’s pleasure
And the beauty of the insane.

From keeping track of prophecies
To tact and strange diplomacies,
A chosen few are cursed to trod
The path of a Destroyer god.

While every deity and boss
Gets admiration and applause,
No god nor mortal dare applaud
The works of a Destroyer god.

Lonely, grumpy, tired of life –
In hand, my sacrificial knife –
The destruction, far and broad
For I am a Destroyer god.

She never taught you right from wrong –
That conceited selfish whore
The respect you never learned
and will not matter anymore.

Not your wife’s angelic touch,
Instead a blade against your skin.
It never mattered how you conquered,
Just that you would always win.

Not the courage of a man
In knowing death is near –
No song of comfort in this night
Shall reach your waiting ear.

I never really questioned
Responding to my dagger’s call.
Death’s angel beckoned in my heart
Demanding your torment and fall.

Sometime we may have been kindred
Sometime we may have been the same
Now you will lose more than you thought
On what you thought was a game.

Not your father’s searching –
You know he never cared
Yet you hold on with dying hope
To what little time you shared.

Did you know how this would end –
Of everything you never learned
How they would find your body here
Disfigured, mutilated, burned.

The curse of love destroys the soul — a demon that demands control
convincing all these broken pieces into seeking an imperfect whole.
A conflict with no resolution, love is, above all, a grand delusion
And if love is the Creator God, I fail to see its grandest vision.

The curse of rage is man’s design, forged in the fires of the divine
A freedom celebrated as we dangle from the vintner’s vine
Though we are never truly free, rage defines humanity
and thus described, it devours the fate of our society

Of all these curses I hold dear, I hold closest the curse of fear
The quiet guiding comfort that found me at an early year
In the darkness where I hide, fear is always by my side
Its ruling crown dictating choices that I reluctantly decide.