(Kilfelt)

Walking the streets at night alone

Thoughts in dementia keep you going

No outlet you can't seem to find

A place to rest your head tonight

Feeling down and out

Feeling there is no doubt

Someone must pay the Debt of Pain

Nothing will stand in your way

Infected by the power that preys

On feelings driving you insane

And when it all becomes clear

That you must conquer you fear

No matter who or what's to blame

Feeling down and out

Feeling there is no doubt

You know just what you've got to do

Assault the weak and those who dare defy

The anger of a sick and violent mind

Nothing will stand in your way

Infected by the power that preys

On feelings driving you insane

And when it all becomes clear

That you must conquer your fear

No matter who or what's to blame

The answer to your fears

Lies many suffered years

Ahead of bitter unrestraint

Turn from hate that holds you in control

Escape the bondage, free your tortured soul