Woorden: Mind's Eye. Seven Days.

I'm here to clear my conscience for a while
Let you know what kind of monster I am
Taking life, that is the only gift
Of which I have been blessed with
Always disguised, even your eyes they lie

I have carried on for centuries
Taking orders from the men of the light
Making sure I'm always paid enough
I'm greedy you know
11 bags of cash
Blood money barely touched

I shed a tear
I didn't know I had them
Last time I cried it was for fear
Those memories I thought I've long forgotten
Haunt me at night, like the howling winds outside
Killing is how I stay alive

Just like your lord created earth in seven days
That's what I have, no second more to mark my pray
I am the wolf and they are sheep, easy to tame
There's no crime
In praying for time