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.