Blast them

I'm the thing that knoweth not itself [Verse] I am a thing that hath no name, no noble nature, no known claim. A shadow stirred in savage spite, a beast that bites for barren delight. [Verse] Slay, strike, shatter and smite such sport sustaineth me through the night. For boredom breeds a bitter breath that beckons blades and births swift death. [Chorus] Break them. Blast them. Break them. Blast them. Mock them. Maim them. Make their meek flesh moan. [Verse] Yet oft in idle, iron hours I hunt mine own haunting powers. A mirror of mine monstrous mien may move where my mind hath been. [Bridge] Grenade and grief in greedy hand, I greet that ghost with glee so grand boom upon bone, blast upon breath, I laugh whilst I loose my little death. [Outro] For if I find mine own foul face within this war-worn, wasted place I break it. Blast it. Bury it in blazing flame.