Wandering at night to kill The streets are his kingdom Psychopathic mind, distorted feelings The vision of blood satisfies him
Lacerating skulls, dismembering bodies Mutilating limbs. ripping flesh The world will be small for you to escape From his lust for killing
Mutilator of bodies Death's coming Mutilator of bodies Death's come for all Mutilator of bodies Blood's going to shed Mutilator of bodies God wait escape
Possessed by a murderous instinct He kills without a reason just for the pleasure Of watching his victims agonizing
When he raises his axes Adrenalin flows in his blood His eyes pop out And he never stops killingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
