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Hey, did you ever feel a killer's
eyes penetrating in your veins?
Object of his desire
is your body in pain.

By now there is no way out,
resign yourself to facts.
Pray deep for you, sinner,
'Cause I'll show you the toolbox of
the "bloodstained razor".

Without hearin' footfalls behind you,
cold shudder raise on your back.
You are in the mire.
Blood is freezing in the veins.

Instantly you got a black-out,
you're subduded at my rage.
Blood ray from my razor!
Look, it's open: The toolbox of
the "bloodstained razor".

Now you're lying there,
'cause you've not bewared
of this killing mind:
you have been blind.
Undervaluin' me and ignorin' me
you signed your death sentence,
now don't appel against it.
If you want to know:
I've been taken from hell!
Hell!

Cleaned utensils
from fear and pain.
Fear's comin' back by the razor.
"Bloodstained razor".

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