Spirits Of Vengeance

Anguished
Tormented souls cry out for revenge
Something wicked comes your way to avenge
Bring the pain to those who delight in misery
Ghost riders in the night
Trampling judge and jury

Feel Hell's fury

Operating under cover of darkness
Your evil deed makes us
Bash you unconscious
Blunt force trauma
Surgical extraction of your penance
Whatever your victims need
We do what it takes
No escaping your last sentence
Final is the chapter
We've penned to your drama

Here we come now
Devoid of conscience
With justice to dispense
In the twisted manner how
That only makes perfect sense
Your choice of torments
Spirits Of Vengeance  

If arson is your game
Then you shall learn
What your flesh feels like
To sizzle, blister, burn
When blood is spilled
You must pay the price
Only slow exanguination of your body will suffice
If torture is your forte
Then you'd better be prepared
To be ripped limb from limb
With no limb spared

Poetic justice

Savage with rhyme and reason

No rest for the wicked during hunting season

Here we come now
Devoid of conscience
With justice to dispense
In the twisted manner how
That makes only perfect sense
Your choice of torments
Spirits Of Vengeance

Helpless
See through the eyes of your victims

Feel yourself extinguished
Forced to die

Now that you've punched your own ticket
Beg for forgiveness

Time to pucker up
Kiss your ass goodbye