Testo Iscariot

And so the harvest has come again, and as you reap, your mask starts to slip, and it's only a matter of time before your true form is revealed. So it's on to the next one's now, a fresh start, som new blood. Catch them unawares, strike deep with double edged tales of your historic suffring, now you've won them over, it's time to sew the seeds of your only nature, deceit. Working like machinery, you cut wounds into the lives of any that cross your path, but no matter, you have ruined so much, but the harvest has come again. And it's only a matter of time before your true form is revealed.