A slight cut to your femoral artery All it takes is a few minutes to die I stalk my victims in the midnight No protection from my slice, no remorse
A deep cut to your crushed wind pipe All it takes to stop your frightened breathing quickly Captured you for my sick pleasure No escape, I own you, no return
Sentenced to the grave All of you will die No pity for your lives The soul from flesh excised From you
Your arm cut off and left to bleed slowly Superficial cuts carved in your face now expressionless One eyeball has gone missing Lips clipped off and both eyelids drooped down off your face
The pieces of them thrown to the wild I let the animals scatter your bones and eat your genitalia Nothing left to be found of you, nothing left
Sentenced to the grave All of you will die No pity for your lives The soul from flesh excisedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
