The pact with the Devil was made
All humanity is low grade
Transformed the beast is on hunt
On the nightly search for a nasty c*nt
Strong thirst a shape of despair
Horrible executed I don't care
Greed is stronger than my will
I have to kill
Torn in rotten flesh
Stitches in the body
Lustful bloody murder
Evil dark desire
Satisfaction of urge
Part of you are mine now
You look different somehow
I'm obsessed by atrocity
Believe me, you can't flee
Torn in rotten