A sick twisted victim, contemplates death - Sadistic torture, ideas now set Satan's puppet now, he shall possess - He cries for god, but is left helpless A victim is confronted, I drive the knife - his nails peeled out, a bloody mess He shrieks in pain, I laugh at the sight - knowing very well, i'll take his sad life I am commended, but i'm not done - This compulsion resides, until its won Seeking the thrill, of dissecting bodies - Nobody to stop me, my terrible fun The essence of bloodlust, a sick nature - I crave the feeling, the warm dripping blood Dissecting active bodies, and feeling their organs - Carving away dreadful white dead bodies.
Occasionally met with regret - But my lack of empathy remains No returning to my past life - Impulsively killing, to forget
Separating families, picking out threats - Their crying mother, mourns their death Covered with blood, and gorey chunks - This is how I live, no pity for them I cut off their ears, a remembrance for them - Skinning their face I capture their presence Satans laughing now, gazing on my fun - Upon the mound of bodies, my killings disregarded
A sick twisted victim, contemplates death - Sadistic torture, ideas now set Satan's puppet now, he shall possess - He cries for god, but is left helpless A victim is confronted, I drive the knife - his nails peeled out, a bloody mess He shrieks in pain, I laugh at the sight - knowing very well, i'll take his sad life **I am commended, but i'm not done - This compulsion resides, until its won Seeking the thrill, of dissecting bodies - Nobody to stop me, my terrible fun The essence of bloodlust, a sick nature - I crave the feeling, the warm dripping blood Dissecting active bodies, and feeling their organs - Carving away dreadful white dead bodies.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
