(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