The Purge from PURGE by RIFT

we ride the ferocious wind, taking life from those who,ve sinned
grim retribution for narcotic vice
you,ve crossed the line and now you have to pay the price

you were born kicking and screaming
you,ll die the same on a blade that,s gleaming
calling card from above, the iron hand
a red terror foul that creeps across the land

you,ll come to fear me, you will not see me, I reign from on high
call me vigilante, call me the scurge, I am the scumsucker
I am the purge

I will fight against your liberation
caravan of death leads to extermination
the enemy of free democracy
an evil state that acts without impunity
behind these words and deeds there lurks a black shadow
that pulls the strings of all the puooets in a row
deafening silence from those i,ve disappeared
their ghosts will haunt me, they taunt me,beyond the grave

suffocating mask, near death experience
castration with a rope, no self defence
am I the shepherd or the lone wolf?
extraction one by one let pain engulf
torture of the mind, my speciality
confess to me to earn a little clemency
I will follow you, be careful where you tread
I,m behind you, beside you, I,m in your head

• Metal
• Thrash Metal
• ukmetal
• United Kingdom