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