Look at my hands,
Can you believe that these hands killed?
In cold blood and brutal without any doubts.

I took so many lives
To satisfy myself,
But now the last one’s going to be slained.
The door is opened
And floating I follow.
See myself taken and hanged,
But I don’t feel the gallow’s rope break my
Neck.

Look at those fools,
They thought they can erase me,
But I’m still living in the darker world.

Because killing means living,
And living’s not free.
While failing means dying,
And dying’s for free.

Be on your guard,
When the moon is shining,
And you stroll through nocturnal streets.
I know you can’t see me,
But be sure that I’m there,
Prepared to gut right you!

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