I was born with the evil one standing as my sponsor
Beside the bed where I was ushered into the world and he has been with me ever since
I'm a mistake of nature
The desire to inflict pain, that is all that's uppermost
He won't let me stop k**ing until he gets his fill of blood
I cut it's throat
The blood spurted up and I drank from the stump."
Society's had their chance
I'm going hunting. Hunting humans
I wonder how her head would look on a stick
These children that come at you with knives, they are your children
Look down at me and you will see a fool
Look up to me and you will see your lord
Look straight at me and you will see yourself
k**ing is k**ing, whether done for duty, profit or fun
His brains were coming out of his head when I left him
And he will never be any deader
I remember, as I gazed down at the still form of my first victim
Experiencing a strange and peaceful thrill
After my head has been chopped off
I will still be able to hear, for at least a moment
The sound of my own blood gushing from my neck
That would be the pleasure to end all pleasures