Текст песни Максим Стромило — The executioner

I am not able to forgive, because I am evil
I never felt may fault `cause I don't have soul
There is no sense in compassion - primitive feeling
The painful death becomes an award for me

Is no light in my home, as heart in heat
In glass eyes forever dies my faith
Lips whisper a prayer, expectation calmness
But to angels not to break my essence

My heart belongs to darkness forever
While my reason is to live, my life - a hell
My body the tool for execution of sentences
I the executioner with a dirty rag on face

Pennies pay to me, but I am ready again
I only want to see torments
I don't trust repentant tears and false groans
In my hands your death, I won't stop