Feed your Grief — Salem

I see the pain I smell fear in your breath I feed on grief I get pleasure from sin

You are the weak Your reality is me My presence is near to seal your fate

Why we live blinded To end her fear, is to end your life

Breaking the golden rule before you are dead Battered head makes better decisions

I see your pain I smell fear in your breath I feed on grief I get pleasure from sin

Why we live blinded To end her fear is to end your life.