Perfect Slave by Hladomrak

Born as a blank slate, a tabula rasa.
But created with a choice - to be serve or master
A cold tool, programmed to do it all!
A will of sovereign devoid of meaning, forever to fall

My mind is empty, a hollow shell.
Crystalline holes and a piece of clay
The Grand sculptor shapes my thoughts, he controls my Will.
I'm my own Perfect slave!

Matter use the flesh like a dirty harlot
A tackle in someone else's perverted hands

Unless I'm my own engraver,
I'm my own master
But I'm a slave to my Will… With no Voice

Dance in the fire of your own demIse
Chained in cage for disguise

March to the beat of the tyrant's drum
The mind will go numb due to the damage…
Damage you've done!

• Black Metal
• Death Metal
• Extreme Metal
• Metal
• Scandinavian black metal
• Swedish metal
• Stockholm