(Slade Wilson)
"I am going to tear everything he cares about away from him,
destroy those who choose to follow him, corrupt those he loves.
Once he has lost everyone and everything he values,
I will drive an arrow through his eye"

(Alan Lima)
Created by the deception, pain and hostility
I've never been so certain
Hate and pleasure of killing runs through your veins
Your thirst now can never be quenched
Hate and pleasure of killing runs through your veins
Your thirst can never be quenched

Step by step he destroys, corrupts and pursuades
No one can stop him

A spirit that lurks in the darkness of abyss
King of his blade and slowly tearing the face of purity

There's no word to describe
Your worst nightmare watches thee with just one eye
Just one eye!
JUST ONE EYE!

(Slashmouth)
He walks and prowls through the night
to hunt the weak, all inner fear is what he seeks.
Deemed a high sparrow of the Church Of Blood.

(Luiz Klaude)
Cycles ripping all throats out
Psycopathic slashing of tounges
Within their bodies secting the seals,
the beating hearts will be my first meal

Offerings in blood are given to the ones who dwell into chaos, the living necrocy.
The stripped skin mantled along my bones.
Through my tortured ears there are sounds,
Of unceased nigthmares whirring.

Pelt of regurgitance assemble in fractions,
to separate voices from the blessed and the damned.
Shapeshifting nemesis so indescribable,
driving me to complete and utter anihhilation of all life.

(Alan Lima)
Now is his time to slaughter
His bullet it pierces the skull of all humankind
Cerebral explosions against the wall as art

A river of blood flows these ominous streets.
A river of blood for these obiquotous ways.
Pile of corpse, mold his throne

His bloody mask it shows his greatest gift.
His demonic being has risen to burn the whole world.

(Slashmouth)
You can not run
You can not hide

A nightmare that you can not dream
You will taste it, When he tears his viscera
You will taste Deathstroke's blade