Cold steel pressed into his palm His eyes reflect no light Instinct drives his will to k** A hunter of the night Moral guide-lines blurred To k** without one word "I hate no God" Celebrate the blade Brutality in perfect motion A master of his heart Flesh his canvas; sufferance due In frenzy; torn apart Moral guide-lines blurred To k** without one word "I hate no God" Celebrate the blade CELEBRATE...CELEBRATE THE BLADE CELEBRATE...CELEBRATE THE BLADE Acting out sick fantasies To k** and k** again Relentless he will track you down The only question: "when"? Exquisite in his violence He'll play games with your blood Swift incision; blade comes down Left face down in the mud Brutality in perfect motion A master of his heart Flesh his canvas; sufferance due In frenzy; torn apart